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

she would lie alone in the cold bed, sick, or melancholic, staring blankly

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

found herself lying in the Lloyd

frosted glass, casting a warm glow across the

roses from the garden filled

and felt the

she whispered, still half

her, Lorna lay sleeping, her small hand nestled

murmur was enough to stir Lorna

Allison conscious, she clutched her hand with an intensity that spoke

mouth to

more than words could

girl, Lorna, Allison murmured, gazing into

must have been terrified, afraid she would lose her just as she had lost her

that fear melted away in the

soon became aware of another presence in the room Kellan, slumped in a wheelchair

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

to offer some comfort to Lorna, who had been her steadfast

took for Kellan,

eyes shot open, immediately locking onto

Youre awake.

though steady, carried the weight of

swiftly reached for the glass of water on

yet, he said softly, handing her the

Drink slowly.

Itll help your throat.

still feel a

and

take Lorna to

Alright.

Allison awake, his

Mr.

Lloyd, Ms.