When She Turns Her Back (Teresa and Charles) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

Seeing how high Yolanda’s temperature was, Teresa and Charles couldn’t help but feel anxious.

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The nurse looked helpless and said, “I’ll go ask the doctor if there’s something we should do.”

Teresa just nodded, letting the nurse handle it.

Charles sat down beside Teresa, shooting a worried glance at Yolanda.

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After a little while, the nurse returned and suggested they wait a bit longer to see if Yolanda’s fever would come down naturally.

Since Teresa was a doctor herself, she understood that lowering a fever wasn’t something that could be fixed in a matter of minutes.

‘I’ll just wait and check again later, Teresa thought to herself.

Yolanda was

still in fairly good spirits, so there was no need to take urgent action yet.

Charles couldn’t stop gently caressing Yolanda’s cheek, his heart aching for her.

Yolanda’s face was as pale as a sheet, but she still managed to give Charles a reassuring smile. “Dad, I’m really alright.” Hearing Yolanda’s words, Teresa felt a sting in her nose and couldn’t hold back the flood of tears streaming down her face.

Seeing Teresa like this, Charles leaned in and whispered, “Yolanda’s fine, don’t be like that.”

Teresa stayed silent. She didn’t want to say anything.

Her tears weren’t because Yolanda was sick, but because the little girl only tried to comfort Charles, as if her own mom

I’m worried about her just as much as her dad is… maybe even more, Teresa thought, feeling that pang in her chest. But Yolanda always showed this silly favoritism, caring only about her father.

didn’t even exist.

Considering how ill Yolanda was, Teresa never thought about leaving–the only thing she wanted was to stay at her daughter’s side in the hospital room, keeping her company through it all.

Half an hour later, Yolanda’s fever finally subsided, but she looked weaker and more listless than before.

They finally got her to sleep, but soon after, she vomited, and her fever shot back

again.

All night long, Yolanda’s fever kept flaring up, and Teresa and Charles barely got any sleep at all.

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“Mom…

At five in the morning, after Yolanda’s fever finally subsided for the last time, she called out in a dazed, barely–conscious voice, Hearing her daughter finally call out for her, Teresa couldn’t help but respond right away, her voice gentle and choked with emotion, “Yes, sweetheart, Mom’s right here.”

She immediately held Yolanda’s hand, pressing it softly to her lips in comfort.

Yolanda, her mind still in a fog and tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, rasped out in a hoarse voice, “Mom, I really want to eat

some fish.”

Those words made Teresa’s heart go utterly soft. She readily promised, “Of course, honey–Mom will make some fresh fish for you today.”

Yolanda didn’t say anything more, and soon, she drifted off into a deep

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Seeing her daughter asleep at last, Teresa let out a long, relieved

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Yolanda.”

Teresa almost found it funny–if only it weren’t so frustrating. Sure, Charles had stayed by their side all night, but when it came to calming and soothing Yolanda, it was mostly Teresa who had done the heavy lifting.

Now that their daughter was finally asleep, he was telling her to leave, Where was all this concern for her rest when Yolanda was burning

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up in the middle of the night?

For some reason, that just made Teresa snap. She shot Charles a glare and growled, “Get out of here.”

Charles, seeing her being totally unreasonable, started to get pissed off as well. “Teresa, can’t you just try to be sensible?”

Teresa didn’t spare him a glance. She rose to her feet and strode right out of the hospital room.

Seeing her head for the door, Charles hurried to say, “Let me take you home.”

Teresa brushed him off. “No need–just stay here with Yolanda.”

Charles stayed silent, and Teresa left the room.

When Teresa left the hospital, the streets outside were still bathed in the soft glow of streetlights.

She stood on the curb trying to catch a cab, feeling lightheaded and unsteady, almost like she was drifting through a dream.

A whole night without sleep, coupled with all the emotional stress, had left her so worn out that she could barely stand.

But thinking of her sick little girl gave her strength–she was determined to go home and make a breakfast Yolanda would actually enjoy.

Once Teresa finally got a cab, she was so wiped out that she fell asleep almost as soon as she slid into the back seat.

She only woke up when the driver called out to her at their stop.

After paying the fare, Teresa headed straight into Joyacre Villa.

Going back to the Sullivan Mansion at this hour would’ve disturbed everyone’s rest, so she figured it made more sense to come back here instead.

Besides, Yolanda was just more used to everything at Joyacre Villa anyway.

Teresa busied herself in the kitchen, making breakfast for Yolanda.

Once the porridge was ready, she ladled it into a container and set it on the dining table.

After tidying up, she thought about preparing a simple, light side dish to go with the porridge,

Once she was done in the kitchen, Teresa came out to find Ava sitting at the dining table, and the porridge Teresa had carefully made for Yolanda was already opened.

Ava eyed the little container of porridge with clear annoyance and complained, “You only made this much? Who could this possibly feed?”

Teresa didn’t say a single word. She walked straight over, and without a second thought, snatched the porridge container out of Aya’s hands.

Still silent, she packed the container into a small bag.

Just as Teresa was packing up the porridge, Ava suddenly reached over to snatch it back, snapping, “Even a maid could do better! This little bit of food wouldn’t even fill a crack in someone’s tooth, and you still want to take it with you? Have you no shame? Aren’t you afraid karma will strike you down for being so shameless?”

Teresa flat–out refused to let Ava have the porridge. She gripped the container tightly, and the two began to wrestle over it.

They tugged back and forth, and finally the container slipped from their hands and crashed to the floor, spraying porridge everywhere.

Teresa stared speechlessly at the porridge spilled everywhere, feeling completely overwhelmed—she finally couldn’t hold it together anymore.

Eyes brimming with tears and anger, she shot Ava a furious glare and pushed her by the shoulder. “Just what do you want?” Her voice

shook with frustration.

Ava stumbled and fell to the floor.

Before Teresa could even process what just happened, Ava shrieked, “Teresa, are you trying to murder

me?”

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Teresa couldn’t even bring herself to argue. She just stood there in a daze, staring at the porridge splattered across the floor, completely

numb.

She’d spent more than an hour simmering that porridge–just for Yolanda.

And now, thanks to Ava barging in, all that time and effort was completely wasted.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the doorway.

Before Teresa even turned around, Ava had already noticed it was Charles coming in.

As soon as she saw him, she dialed up her theatrics, making her sobs even louder.

Charles walked in, a frown creasing his brow. Before he could say a word, Ava dove in first, full of grievance: “Charles, you came back at the perfect time! Look at her–she actually pushed me!”

Charles’s gaze shifted over to Teresa, who stood quietly to the side.

He didn’t say anything, just looked at her in silence.

Teresa could feel his eyes on her–when she glanced up, she could see the doubt in his gaze.

She gave him a faint smile, then turned and headed back to the kitchen.

Charles had never once shown any real trust in her, not even now.

So Teresa didn’t even bother trying to explain–what was the point?

Charles didn’t follow after Teresa. Instead, he turned to look at Ava, who was still sitting awkwardly on the floor

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Seeing Charles‘ attention on her, Ava immediately started griping. “I just wanted a bit of porridge! She was making breakfast but only bothered to make this tiny amount. It’s not like she doesn’t know how many people are in this house!”

Every word out of Ava’s mouth was another jab at Teresa.

Charles didn’t even try to defend Teresa. He simply bent down and helped Ava to her feet.

After helping Ava onto the couch, Charles said, “I’ll go check on her.”

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With that, he headed toward the kitchen.

Teresa had already started cooking again. Sweat beaded on her forehead as from exhaustion.

she

stood by the

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looking like she was about to drop

Charles walked over and stood next to her. Glancing her way, he said, “Aunt Ava wants some porridge. Why don’t you just make more next time?”

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