Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 64

Sheila firmly confiscated Cecil's phone and forced him to close his eyes.

Before long, the man's breathing settled into a deep, steady rhythm.

She slipped out of the room, intending to find his doctor for an update.

As she stepped out of the doctor's office, her phone rang.

The corridor was noisy, so she ducked into the nearby stairwell.

It was Nadine, heavily implying that she should fly back for the holidays.

Sheila had originally considered visiting for a couple of days, but after Simon's warning about the blind dates, there was no way she was going back.

It took a lot of gentle coaxing before her aunt finally hung up.

Sheila stood there for a moment, staring blankly at her screen.

She heard footsteps above her; someone else had entered the stairwell.

She was about to leave when a voice echoed down.

"Dante, how is his condition, really?"

Sheila froze.

The voice... it was Laura.

And Dante... that had to be Dante Spencer.

Her feet felt glued to the floor.

What was wrong with Edmond?

The last time she saw him, he had seemed perfectly fine.

He had even left marks on her.

Dante's voice drifted down. "It's his old stomach issue. Laura, Mr. Halley wants you to take Tilly back home first."

Tilly was here?

Sheila hadn't seen the little girl in so long.

She couldn't lie to herself—she constantly worried about that child.

"I can take her back, but her social anxiety is getting worse," Laura sighed heavily. "Dante, she's so young. She desperately needs a mother. Could you... could you try talking to him?"

Needs a mother?

"Much better. I barely have a scratch on me, but they're forcing me to stay."

"You," Sheila scolded gently, furrowing her brows. "Pneumonia can be fatal if it gets bad. You are staying in this bed until you are completely cured."

Surprisingly, Cecil didn't argue. "Got it, got it. You used to be such a quiet little thing, and now you're bossing me around."

Sheila reached for an apple from the fruit basket on the nightstand.

Cecil quickly stopped her. "Do you even know how to peel an apple? Put the knife down before you slice a finger off."

She set it back down.

Cecil studied her face. "Something on your mind?"

She quickly shook her head.

"If you have things to do, go do them," Cecil told her. "You don't need to sit here and baby me."

"Don't even think about sneaking out," Sheila warned. "If I go back to work, I'll be coming here every day after I clock out to check on you."

Cecil let out a helpless, genuine laugh. "I know."

If anyone in his inner circle saw him acting this obedient, their jaws would have hit the floor.