When the Family 65

Chapter 65 The Cause of Her Illness

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Jean’s mind was still swimming in a fog.

She could barely make out the doctor’s voice. Everything was fading again.

Her eyelids drooped shut, her stomach twisting in renewed pain that clawed through her nerves like fire.

Somewhere in the haze, she thought she heard the muffled sound of footsteps.

Her eyes fluttered open a crack.

She caught a glimpse of Sienna’s face. And Dominic’s too…

They stood at her bedside, tense and pale, lips moving as if trying to speak to her-

But Jean couldn’t hear a thing.

Her fingers twitched weakly. Her eyelids were too heavy, like lead weights pulling her back into the dark.

Her thoughts scattered like torn paper in the wind

Then-

A sliver of light spilled through her lashes.

Her eyelashes trembled. She fought to lift them.

It took everything in her.

When she finally managed to open her eyes again, she was still in the same white hospital room.

But

now.

v. she wasn’t alone.

Standing silently beside her bed was a tall man in a crisp white coat

Finished

He was elegant in a quiet, dignified way–sharp jawline, pale skin, striking features, and a cool refinement that seemed etched into every line of his face.

His narrow eyes and thin lips were calm, almost too calm under the soft glow of the overhead lights. A pair of gold–rimmed glasses rested perfectly on the bridge of his nose.

Jean stared at him blankly for a moment.

Then blinked.

Wait was that..?

“Samuel?”

before

blinked. Then moved toward her without a

for her face, gently tugging down her lower eyelid in a practiced motion–his touch cool and

murmured, more

was low and smooth–soothing in an

Cause of

Finished

out. This guy

didn’t react, but a flicker passed through his

That voice–wasn’t spoken.

It was inside.

I almost died from that stomach pain, but this man pulled me

He listened in silence.

That voice again

mind–but as clear as if she’d whispered it

He hadn’t misheard.

hear her

reason, he

rugged at the corner of his

on his cold, refined face,

know this sister well. In

memories

left for school when he was young, and then dove headfirst into medicine. He

when he was, he felt nothing but

ice, a mother always away… and

family. It was a collection

later–through patients, through

As for Jean

wasn’t even home when she was

ever seen her with his own

called him in a panic and begged him to

him

“Samuel?”

pulled him out of

watery eyes and asked carefully, “What exactly was wrong

furrowed as she

The

now, but what if I’ve got some rare disease?! I haven’t even spent all my money yet. I

Came

h

Lat

stared at him,

with calm

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