novelraw Chapter 277: Now That It Has Come to This, We Can Only Accept It
Chapter 277: Now That It Has Come to This, We Can Only Accept It
Night, The Lockwood Old Manor, the courtyard deeply stretches.
In front of a bedroom on the second floor of the backyard.
Eliza Hayes finished her bath; she wore a custom-made robe, standing heavily burdened before the window.
The early autumn evening, the mist somewhat heavy, the air suffused with a moist earthy scent, she felt a slight chill.
The sound of the door opening came from behind, she gathered her thoughts but did not turn around.
A whiff of medicinal herbs quickly filled the air as Nanny Warren stood beside her with a bowl of medicine.
Eliza Hayes turned her gaze, looking at her solemnly.
"The last bowl for today, drink it and then sleep?" Nanny Warren offered the bowl to her gently saying, "Don’t think too much, nothing is more important than your health."
Eliza Hayes, with a stern face, reached out to take the medicine bowl, sipping the medicine mouthful after mouthful.
Wherever she is, whenever she doesn’t speak, there’s always an inexplicable chill in the air around her.
Just like the temperature of the room, seemingly colder than outside.
Because of drinking the medicine Faye Turner sent, Eliza Hayes’s health significantly improved, hence she didn’t resist continuing to drink.
In the past 20 years, she really hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep.
The feeling of being able to sleep through the night was truly wonderful!
Handing the empty medicine bowl to Nanny Warren, as Nanny Warren advised her to rest early, she replied, "No, I have to go up and see him."
With that, she stepped out.
Nanny Warren gazed at the silhouette without following, only letting out a heavy sigh.
On the third floor in front of a room, Eliza Hayes didn’t wear sterile clothes nor did she perform strict disinfection, she entered the fingerprint code, opening the door directly to enter.
The room lights weren’t turned off, Caleb Lancaster sat with his neck crooked in the wheelchair, hearing the door opening, he had no reaction, his gaze filled with vacancy.
Eliza Hayes, with a cold expression, strode towards him step by step, then sat in a chair not far away, staring at him without blinking.
The room was so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard, and her gaze was just like a needle.
The woman’s presence seemed to stir no ripples in the man here, but the man’s presence stirred up waves in her heart.
"From now on, our family has one more person who cares about you." The woman spoke softly, "You definitely mustn’t let everyone down, get better soon."
The man crooked his neck, his eyes open, his gaze always vacant.
When Eliza Hayes withdrew her gaze, she couldn’t help but smile, lowering her eyes to touch the wedding ring on her finger, "But I believe, you’ve long been accustomed to this state, haven’t you?"
He still did not respond.
Eliza Hayes sat with him for a while longer, stood up and placed a red pill into his mouth, followed by some water, tilting his chin.
"Swallow it, taking medicine will give you a chance to get better..."
"..."
Before returning to her own room, Eliza Hayes repeatedly washed her hands with disinfectant; her face was frighteningly dark, her mood terribly bad.
Back in the bedroom, she took out an album from the drawer, gently flipping through it, page after page, looking at past photographs with Caleb Lancaster.
The people in the photos smiling brightly.
Standing by the railing, or him holding her shoulders, or him pinching her cheeks, or his large palm on her head, all in all, his eyes were infinitely doting...
Looking for a while, she couldn’t help but lose herself... tears blurred her eyes, the heart area felt distinctly painful...
At last, she covered her aching nose with her hand, breaking down into tears.
Nanny Warren saw the lights still on in the room, initially intending to persuade her to rest early, opening the door slightly, hearing her sobs, seeing her back, quickly closed the door and walked toward her, "Madam, what’s wrong with you?"
Approaching closer, she realized she was holding an album, reminiscing about the past.
"Nanny Warren..."
Eliza Hayes put down the album, turned and hugged her, unusually vulnerable, "Why does the Lord have to do this to me? Why? Boo hoo... my Caleb..."
Nanny Warren’s eyes also got wet.
Patting her back, gently comforting, "Perhaps it’s fate? Things have come to this, we can only accept."