NovelEnglishChapter 130 As she started speaking, she suddenly stopped, deciding to pull someone away to play instead.
Montgomery Manor.
In the grand hall, after Felicity hung up the phone, she sat motionless on the couch, her eyes vacant. Her pale complexion appeared sickly, almost ghostly white.
She sat there for a while, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and then tears began to fall silently, large and heavy. Silent sobs shook her body.
Conrad, returning after a brief phone call, saw her quietly weeping and felt a pang of concern. He hurried over, gathering her gently into his arms, soothing her with soft pats.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's wrong, darling? Who upset you?" Felicity shook her head, blinking away tears that made her eyes glisten like a fawn lost in the woods.
She murmured, "Why is Mila being distant with me? Did I do something wrong again?" Once she started speaking, the floodgates opened, and the tears wouldn't stop. She didn't even realize she was crying; she only felt the wetness and sting on her cheeks.
"No, you've done nothing wrong. Everything you do is perfect." Conrad, worried but trying to comfort her, could only offer reassurances to the visibly distressed woman in his arms.
Felicity's eyes were brimming with tears, her face a mask of emotional void, her voice laden with a deep, helpless confusion.
"Then why doesn't she want to see me?" How did she manage to call Mila when I wasn't watching? "That's not it; she's probably just busy. I'll talk to her, don't worry..." Conrad continued to soothe her gently.
Felicity's emotions flared up quickly and subsided just as fast. After crying for a while, she drifted into an exhausted slumber.
Conrad carried her to the bedroom, watching her curl up under the covers, her sleep restless. His heart ached, torn between frustration and worry.
It was all that rebellious son's fault! He softly closed the bedroom door, stepping into the hallway to call Lysander.
The call took a moment to connect.
Without holding back, Conrad unleashed a string of reprimands before getting to the point.
"I don't care how you do it, but sort out your mess and bring your wife back for the holidays." Lysander, caught off guard by his father's barrage, was momentarily stunned. Hearing his father's request, he realized something was amiss.
His father rarely meddled in matters concerning his household. "What's happened?" he asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmConrad rubbed his furrowed brow, his voice heavy with concern. "Your mother's showing signs of relapse. Her moods are swinging wildly, and she's started sleeping excessively again." Lysander fell silent.
His mother had suffered a severe illness and postpartum depression after his younger sibling was born. Though it hadn't been fully cured, it had been stable for years without any episodes. How did it flare up now...
Taking a deep breath, Lysander replied, "Understood. I'll handle it. Does Mom need any medication?" "Dr. Prescott has already been consulted," Conrad replied.
Dr. Prescott was a renowned physician, recognized internationally, and Felicity's primary doctor. He was well-acquainted with her condition and had been consulted at the first sign of a relapse, prescribing an initial treatment plan. But emotional issues are notoriously tricky. Conrad added, "Oh, and let Eugene know not to cto the manor for the holidays this year." Given Felicity's current state, it was crucial to avoid any confrontations.
Lysander understood and agreed.
After ending the call, he immediately sent a message to Leonard, "And but V.e where Mila is right now."
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