Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 179: Allison, drifting in and out of consciousness, vaguely felt someones gentle hand brushing across her forehead, the cool touch of a damp cloth providing a fleeting moment of relief.

Dont go, she murmured, caught in the haze of a dream.

This time, it was a dream that took her back to those bleak years after shed fled the orphanage.

She relived being kidnapped, the overwhelming agony from the drug-induced stupor that stole her sight and plunged her into suffocating darkness.

Every sound became a harbinger of terror.

Then, out of the void, she saw a younger version of herself, being carried on the back by a shadowy figure a boy.

His face was obscured, but his struggle to carry her was palpable with each step.

Hey, whats your name? she asked, her voice faint in her memory.

A pause, then the scarred boy replied, Colton Stevens.

Alright, Ill find you one day.

It had been years since that memory resurfaced in her dreams.

Her heart, long numbed by the years spent with the Stevens family, now felt as though a part of it had been cruelly gouged out, as if the wounds of the past had been reopened.

Even in her exhausted state, her eyes too heavy to open, she could sense someone nearby.

A sigh of relief broke the stillness.

Finally, the fevers gone.

The strong yet calm voice seemed to blend with the boy from her dream, and for a fleeting second, they felt like the same person.

Gradually, Allison realized it wasnt her dreams shadow but Kellan, who had tirelessly cared for her.

He had been at her side, constantly replacing the damp cloths to cool her fever, his touch so deliberate as he gently moistened her parched lips with water.

His attention to even the smallest details left her with a sensation she was not used to safety.

what felt like an eternity, Allison felt something foreign to

lie alone in the cold

her… Before long, the weight of her body pulled her into another deep sleep, as if she were sinking into the depths of

awoke, she found herself lying

the frosted glass, casting a warm glow across the

scent of roses from the

her movements sluggish, and felt the weight

still

Lorna lay sleeping, her small hand nestled

quiet murmur was enough to

when she saw Allison conscious, she

mouth to speak, but no

conveyed more than words could

girl, Lorna, Allison murmured, gazing into the

Lorna must have been terrified, afraid she would lose

melted away in the

presence in the room Kellan, slumped in a wheelchair by

was wrapped in bandages, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion, the telltale

was too dry for words, but she smiled faintly, trying to offer some

slight movement was all it took for Kellan, ever the light sleeper, to

eyes shot open, immediately locking onto

Youre awake.

voice, though steady, carried the

noticed her dry lips and swiftly reached for the glass of water on

yet, he said softly, handing her

Drink slowly.

Itll help your throat.

still feel

button, and within moments, Jim entered the

Lorna to

Alright.

he saw Allison awake,

Mr.

Lloyd, Ms.