The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 312

Winona walked over and gently took the glass from his hand. "Are you alright?"

His lips were still completely devoid of color, but he managed a faint smile. "I'm fine."

He paused, lowering his gaze. "I'm sorry I didn't grab you first."

When he had initially lunged toward Maeve, it really had shattered her heart for a second.

But knowing he had thrown himself into the flames, wrapping his body around hers without a second thought—any anger she felt had instantly evaporated.

In a fire that massive, he had been willing to burn alive with her.

How could she hold a grudge after that?

"Don't talk about that now. Just rest."

With his entire back covered in burns, he couldn't lie down properly. He had to rest on his stomach, completely exposed without a blanket.

Winona picked up the remote to turn up the room's heat, then sat quietly by his side.

They didn't say a word.

Yet, just having her near seemed to ease the agonizing pain radiating across his skin. Slowly, his breathing evened out, and he drifted off to sleep.

Winona studied his face, a sharp pang of empathy tightening her chest.

That afternoon, Margaret and Roxana Goddard took a private jet to Riverton.

The moment Margaret walked into the hospital room and spotted Winona, her expression soured.

Recently, Violet had claimed to be feeling unwell and dragged Margaret back to the Capital to care for her. Once the older woman recovered, Margaret thought she was finally free. Instead, Violet had reprimanded her for lacking "proper family refinement" and hired a strict tutor to force her through agonizing daily lectures on classical literature and ancestral rules.

Margaret had been stuck reading ancient texts until her vision blurred, completely trapped.

It was only because of Stefan's hospitalization that she had finally managed to escape.

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