NovelEnglishChapter 450 Howell and Tabitha exchanged looks, seemingly flustered. Finally, Gabrielle's entourage made a move and left them behind.
Kayla shared a car with Gabrielle. She asked, "Aunt Gabrielle, are we heading to Seldvale?" Gabrielle replied without hesitation, "No. We'll stay in Khogend for a bit." Kayla was about to nod when she heard a soft cough from the back seat. She snapped around and spotted the pale wrist with the shining rosary bracelet. The man's face finally cinto view.
Pete Carrell had good features. He was good-looking, though he looked sickly. Perhaps that was the reason he cacross as soft and noble yet non- confrontational.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe wore a gentle expression, looking poised, quiet, tender, and welcoming.
In that instant, Kayla recognized him as Gabrielle's son. That would make him her cousin.
Smiling sweetly, she greeted him, "Hi, Pete..." Pete coughed a few more times before giving her a nod as a response.
Silence filled the air. Kayla decided to go along with it. She had decided to be on her best behavior.
There were only a total of four people in that car, and each was lost in their own thoughts.
The driver did not make a sound either. He was the odd one out in the entire group.
Felicia was in the dark about the incident at the hospital. She had done her best by saving Dexter and Myra from the thugs, and she couldn't be bothered about what happened next to them. At the very least, she did not have a guilty conscience for not helping.
She assumed that Dexter and Myra would be safe as they had been sent to the hospital right away. To her surprise, she received an urgent call from the hospital weeks later, urging her to come.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was expecting a critical, complicated medical case awaiting her help, only to find Dexter lying in a ward. Stunned, she thought, "What's going on?"
The physician by her side whispered into her ear, “He was sent here two hours ago, all bruised and scratched up, but those wounds are recovering. It's just that.. "He pointed at his temple and continued, "Mr. Fuller suffered a serious blow to the head and underwent severe mental stress. In layman's terms, he's gone mad." Felicia gathered herself and replied, "I understand. Please go ahead. I won't take up more of your time." "Sure." The physician left.
Felicia stood at the door of the ward. Myra had lost so much weight that she no longer looked like the affluent lady she used to be she was sleeping with her head resting on the side table. There were dark circles under her eyes, presumably from exhaustion after taking care of Dexter for days. Dexter's limbs were strapped on the patient's bed. He lay motionless as he stared at the ceiling. He made noises while drooling.
Myra stirred awake when she heard the sounds. She quickly grabbed a few tissues to wipe the saliva m dripping from the corner of his mouth. It looked like she had done this many times until it becalmost reflexive.
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