Chapter 791


    Mouthful after mouthful of blood was hacked into her palm.


    Angeline stared at the pool of blood in her hands with questioning eyes.


    What was happening to her?


    Jay heard her heavy coughs, every sputter tightening the clench in his chest.


    He turned around and wheeled himself over toward her.


    The sight of bright red on her pale hands had his sharp pupils contracting. "Go back and lie down,


    Angeline Severe," he ordered.


    Angeline''s eyes blurred, and Jay split into numerous replicas before her. She knew her eyes must


    have gone weird.


    She staggered forward. She tried to avoid him but somehow ended up touching his face with her


    outstretched hands that were groping the air in front o f her.


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    She speedily retracted her hand. "Sorry."


    His pupils contracted as he took in her behavior. Jay raised his arm slowly and waved it in front of


    her eyes.


    As if fixated on something, Angeline’s eyes did not


    focus.


    Jay sat limply in the wheelchair. "People, have Miss Severe carried back to the bed."


    "No. I don''t want to stay here. I want to go home." Angeline protested.


    A few female servants arrived and held Angeline by her arms as they helped her weak body walk


    back to the room.


    However, Angeline broke out of their grip like a madwoman and ran toward the door instead.


    Jay lifted a hand to stop her. Exhausted as she was, she fell into his arms.


    He held her close as she turned to look at him. Angeline rubbed her eyes again. She was seeing


    multiple visions of everything.


    Staring at his face, she wondered whether it was merely an illusion or if he did indeed look sunken.


    Jay’s angr face seemed to have slimmed a considerable amount, giving his dignified attractive


    appearance an extra gleam of ferocity.


    It was an appearance that deterred intimacy.


    "I''ll send you home when you feel better.” His tone softened.


    Angeline’s eyes shed with hurt. "I wouldn’t want to trouble Sir Ares with such trivial matters. You


    can have anyone send me home and I''d still be immensely grateful." She turned her head away


    from him.


    Pain swam in Jay''s eyes.


    He carried her back to the bed. The doctor arrived in n o time and reinserted the needle into her


    hand.


    Jay lit incense next to her, the aromatherapy lulling Angeline''s heavy head into a deep sleep.


    Only after Angeline fell asleep did Jay exit the makeshift hospital room. He was met with the sight of


    his ''new girlfriend'' swaying her hips as she strutted over.


    "Jay!”


    Jay spared her a cold nce. "Get out now."


    The new girlfriend pouted. "I can''t believe you’re telling me to get out after you used me. This is


    what I get for helping you from the goodness of my heart."


    Jay spoke again, “You''re not to appear in front of her without my orders ever again."


    The new girlfriend felt wronged. "What’s so good about that chick? Why does she matter so much to


    you?"


    Finn walked over and made an ''if you will'' gesture." Please get out."


    The alluringdy rolled her eyes at Finn and left feeling displeased.


    Afraid that Angeline would wake to throw a tantrum, the doctor decided to add a sedative into her


    medication for the following few days. Just like that,


    Angeline slept an entire week away. Every night, her body would be racked with thunderous


    coughs.


    Jay ended up holding her every night, allowing her to lean her head against his shoulder as the two


    sat in the dark. With her coughs lessening from the new posture, her sleep improved.


    Angeline''s condition was finally under control, and Jay ordered the prohibition of sedatives on her.


    Perhaps she had slept too much in the past week, for Angeline found herself unable to fall asleep


    the next 2 4 hours after she woke.


    Conscious and awake, Angeline no longer threw tantrums at all. She did not talk either, opting to


    spend every day staring nkly at the ceiling.


    The doctor turned to inform Jay, "Miss Severe’s psychological condition has be a more


    pressing issue than her physical condition. She needs to be more careful if her family’s had cases of


    peripheral nerve disorders, or I''m afraid it would prove to be very difficult for her to recover from her


    intermittent loss o f vision in the future."


    Knowing that Old Master Severe once suffered from a peripheral nerve disorder, Jay inquired


    frantically, "Is such a disorder gic?"