Chapter 93: Hearing Allison's calm instructions, the butler wasted no time.

With Lorna in tow, he quickly headed upstairs, hoping to calm her down.

Thank you, Miss Clarke! he responded, with a strange sense of trust towards her.

Maybe it was the way Kellan treated her that convinced him: any woman Kellan trusted and liked couldn't be incapable.

Take it easy, slow and easy! Allison urged, turning to help Kellan, guiding him carefully towards the couch.

By now, the pain had taken over Kellan, leaving him speechless and pale, like a ghost.

His neurogenic headaches, when they flared, were like a storm in his mind: dizziness, an intense ringing in his ears.

Despite everything, he endured the torment in silence, biting his lips and refusing to make a sound.

Allison quickly grabbed some tissues and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The doctor will be here soon, she reassured him.

When her fingers brushed his forehead, a flash of recognition crossed Kellan's pained face.

Through the haze of agony, a faint, familiar scent reached him that cleared his mind slightly.

I.

.

.

I've smelled this before.

.

.

It's the perfume.

.

.

that you made.

.

.

to form coherent thoughts through of

suddenly remembered their previous

she reached into her bag, pulled out

Kellan inhaled the familiar scent, a slight relaxation appeared on his face and the

a shadow, and drops

eyelashes trembled as her

would turn red, revealing a

points, wanting to

on a little longer, he

out

seemed to suggest that they were leaning on each other, two pillars in

noticed that

suffering immense agony, but

Kellan's

you had to see me like

a guest, and this… this is not how I wanted to welcome

shook her head, dismissing his

need to

Everyone gets sick.

looked at Kellan, who was barely hanging on,

always exuded strength and detachment, maintaining

to show so much vulnerability? Even through the torment, he

Don't move.

have medication for

cure everything, but it should give you relief, Allison said, leaving the perfume behind as she grabbed her

during

often suffered

were many triggers, both physical and psychological, that could cause these neurogenic migraines, but the only constant was their

had even considered ending their suffering during

this day, the definitive

in

them, he learned that they were the only center in the world developing medications to

Capsule they produced could not completely eradicate

of those capsules three years

as she opened the car door,

number was unfamiliar

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