Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 478 Something's Wrong

Whitney held Wallace's gaze for a long moment before releasing his hand. In a soft voice, she muttered, "Thank you."

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Was it just me, or was the air between them a bit too tense?

I hurried to her side, my steps quick. "Let me help you to the bathroom. I don't want you fainting again."

She nodded, leaning on my arm for support as we walked slowly, step by careful step.

Whitney was still weak, her head swimming.

I helped her back into bed.

At that moment, the servant brought breakfast. I turned to Wallace with a polite smile. "Dr. Mervin, you must be tired. Please eat something and rest in the guest room afterward."

"Thank you, Mrs. Bolton," he replied. "Here's the prescription for Ms. Sander. You can have the medicine prepared according to it, but she should wait until her cold is gone before starting the herbs." "Understood."

I sat beside Whitney, feeding her spoonful by spoonful. She ate without protest, each bite taken as I offered it.

I gently wiped her lips with a napkin and touched her forehead. "You're still running a slight fever. Rest for now. We'll need to give you another IV this afternoon."

Whitney nodded and shot Wallace a quick glance. "Thank you, Dr. Mervin."

Wallace set his bowl down, and wiped his lips, "It's nothing, really."

With Whitney's condition stabilizing, I felt a sense of relief.

She took her medicine, and sleep quickly overtook her. Wallace rose to leave. "Ms. Sander, take a rest. I'll be at the Bolton Residence for the next couple of days. If anything comes up, don't hesitate to call." "Okay."

Whitney watched him leave, her eyes lingering as if she had something to say but then hold it back.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

She shifted her gaze away from Wallace and gave me a faint smile. "Nothing."

she closed her eyes, I quietly shut the door behind

Mervin, since you're familiar with holistic medicine,

someone Carter trusted,

days, and I was worried

"Of course," he said.

in the garden. I placed my arm on the table,

before he pulled his hand away. I couldn't help myself.

Bolton," Wallace began, his voice calm and steady, "your digestion seems a bit weak. It could slightly affect the baby's absorption of nutrients, but don't be alarmed. With proper care and a balanced diet, everything will improve. The baby is completely healthy." His reassurance

against the polished floor. I called out to her with

shifting almost imperceptibly. "Aunt Chloe, that's really not necessary. My baby

her concern. "Dr. Mervin is an excellent

remained composed, his eyes steady as he looked at her. "There's nothing to worry about, ma'am," he said with quiet

beside me. "Thank

my pleasure,"

few moments, Alisa offered a tentative smile. "So, Dr. Mervin, my baby

on her for a beat, unreadable yet thoughtful. Finally, he nodded. "Yes, everything seems fine.

you, Dr. Mervin," she

been on your feet all night. I shouldn't take up more of your time. Please, get some

inclined his head

"Follow me."

door already ajar to reveal a neatly prepared space. "If you need anything at all, just let

Mrs. Bolton," he

I'll leave you to

behind him, and I turned toward the garden, drawn by the sunlight streaming

left the air crisp and clean, carrying with it the rich scent of damp earth and freshly washed

her brush moving with quiet precision. I walked over to her with curiousity. "Don't you get tired of painting so much?" I asked, tilting my head toward

glanced up briefly, her

the children's center coming up. I want to complete as many pieces as I can to

kind thought," I said,

me, bright with an idea. "Aunt Chloe, are you free? You could join me at the event. It's not like you

much help. But I can donate some old things for the sale. That's still something, right?" "That's fine," Alisa said with a nod. "It's better

stairs, though