Sierra was being understanding and shook her head, "I just came here, so I didn't see anything. You don't have to mind."
Amelia was still upset after Sierra's comforting words. She said sullenly, "Aunt Sierra, I'll go to see Milton now."
This time, Amelia was using "I" instead of "we". Patrick's reckless action made her angry and she did not want him to tag along.
Patrick noticed that she did it on purpose. He twitched his lips and smiled at Sierra which made her face freeze for a second.
This scene seemed a bit familiar.
Sierra was smiling at Patrick downstairs just now. However, it was Patrick's turn to smile at her this moment.
Only both of them could understand the reason behind this.
When Amelia opened the door, she saw Maryanne walking out from the bathroom with a large basin full of water. There was a towel at the edge of the basin.
Maryanne rolled up her sleeves high, revealing her
two slender arms. The veins on the back of her hands that were holding on both sides of the basin were bulging. It was obvious that she did not often do these kinds of rough house chores. It was even very strenuous for her to carry a basin.
"You're here?" Maryanne greeted Amelia in a cold manner. Then, her gaze landed on the tall man behind her and she greeted him politely, "Mr.
Patrick."
Maryanne had already appear to be very calm when she saw Patrick again.
Maryanne admired this man but she could not own him. In fact... she did not even have the right to stand on the same level with him.
In the past, she had ignored such problem. If she had not met Milton, she might have regarded "admiration" as true love.
Meanwhile, Amelia had left Patrick behind and walked to Milton's bed alone.
"Milton?" She called him gently which made Patrick's heart twitch. Suddenly, Patrick raised his eyes and looked at her in disbelief.
Amelia had never called Patrick's name in a gentle tone!
Milton's breathing quickened but he did not wake up.
Amelia felt anxious and squatted down to get closer to him. She called again, "Milton, wake up."
The gentler Amelia was, the stiffer Patrick's handsome face became. He tried very hard not to pull her away.
"It did not help at all." Maryanne placed the basin on the bedside table with no expression on her face. When she wet the towel, she said, "His condition is very strange. When you asked him to rest, he liked to stare at the ceiling. When you wanted to wake him up to eat and take medicine, he could not get up. Hmm. It's like he did it deliberately against us."
After Maryanne finished speaking, Milton who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
Maryanne's expression changed because what she told them was not true.
So... Milton would only wake up when certain people called him?
Maryanne's hand which was holding the wet towel exerted force unconsciously. The water that drop into the basin was much like the tears dripping in Maryanne's heart.
When Amelia saw Milton was awake, she held his face happily with her hand and turned his head to her. "Hey! Do you still recognize me? Did you not get confused after having high fever?"
Milton's pupils gradually became anxious and he asked soberly, "Amelia, you're here to see me?"
"Yes!" Amelia could not hide her joy. She let go of Milton's face and put her hand on his forehead.
A few seconds later, she uttered, "Eh?" slightly, and the temperature in her palm was obviously normal.
"You..." She could not help asking.
"Shh." Milton mouthed his words to Amelia wide open with his back facing Patrick and others.
Amelia's eyes looked shock. At that moment, she seemed to have understood something.
Then she raised her head and she smiled at the two people in the room and said, "I want to talk to Milton alone. Can you guys leave for a while?"
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