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.

eternity,

roof when she would lie alone in the cold bed, sick,

weight of her body pulled her into another

found herself lying in the Lloyd

frosted glass, casting a

scent of roses from the garden filled

her fingers, her movements sluggish, and felt the weight

she whispered, still

Lorna lay sleeping, her small hand

was enough to

when she saw Allison conscious, she clutched her hand with an intensity that

mouth to speak, but

than words could ever express pure, unfiltered

gazing into the eager, tear-filled

that Lorna must have been terrified, afraid she would lose her just

that fear melted away in

the room Kellan, slumped in a wheelchair by

wrapped in bandages, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion,

offer some comfort to Lorna, who

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

open,

Youre awake.

steady, carried the

swiftly reached for the glass of water

he said softly,

Drink slowly.

Itll help your throat.

feel a little

button, and

Lorna

Alright.

Allison awake, his face lit up

Mr.

Lloyd, Ms.