Jaylan's expression visibly stiffened for a moment, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a forced smile. "No one can take your place! Oh, come on, don't be mad. Carl is sick, don't scare him. You'll be the one heartbroken in the end!"
His words were true. I held back and shifted my gaze to Carl's tear-streaked face, gently patting his back.
I heard a faint noise from the doorway. I was sure Zora was eavesdropping, so I deliberately said, "Seems like I've been ill for too long! My poor health always seems to be the topic of conversation!"
Jaylan didn't respond, feeding Carl a few sips of water to cover up his guilt.
Only then did I hear the quiet footsteps of someone leaving.
Soon, Carl fell asleep in my arms. I gently laid him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and watched him for a while, feeling a pang of sorrow.
Jaylan wrapped an arm around my shoulders, asking with a smirk, "Tired, aren't you? You should get some rest. If you want to take care of Carl, you have to be in good shape, right?"
Without even looking at him, I got up and went to my room. I was truly exhausted and couldn't stand to entertain him any longer. He disgusted me.
It seemed I couldn't let them lead me by the nose anymore.
They really thought of me as someone weak.
Jaylan followed me into my room, and I coldly told him, "I'm tired. I want to sleep. No noise!"
After I said that, I turned my back to him and lay down.
"Alright, sleep for a while. I'll wake you when dinner is ready!" After that, I heard him leave and close the door behind him.
Without finding that drug, I was in a bit more danger. It seemed Zora was getting impatient.
Sure enough, that night, while I pretended to be sound asleep, I faintly heard voices.
I listened carefully. It was Jaylan and Zora arguing, their voices more heated than usual.
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