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Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
In her dream, when Jason whipped her in the family hall, he hadn\u2019t held back. The pain was unbearable, sharp enough that she thought she might die.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She thought of her father, her mother, and of Julian. It felt like she was begging him again-not to leave her behind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He seemed to be saying something, explaining something, but before she could hear it clearly, the shrill ring of her phone dragged her back to reality.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her lashes and clothes were damp with sweat. She blinked at the caller ID in a daze before answering, \u201cHello?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she spoke, she realized her throat was raw, hoarse to the point of pain, burning as if on fire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
On the other end came a warm, kindly voice. \u201cDr. Wilson! I\u2019m Agatha! Do you remember me? Agatha Norwood. I once saw you at the clinic.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember. Did something happen?\u201d Sydney asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my, what\u2019s wrong with your voice? Are you sick?\u201d Agatha\u2019s worry was immediate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney sniffled, her nose heavy. \u201cYeah, I caught a bit of a chill. Did you call because you\u2019re unwell?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, no.\u201d Agatha chuckled cheerfully. \u201cI was making some muffins and wanted to ask what flavors you like. I booked an appointment with you in a couple of days and thought I could bring some along.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha\u2019s gentle tone warmed Sydney\u2019s heart. She smiled faintly. \u201cNo need. Keep them for yourself.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou live alone, don\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
11\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let me come over with some flour and eggs. I\u2019ll make them at your place! You\u2019re sick, and you don\u2019t have\u00a0<\/p>\n
the energy to cook properly. I\u2019ll prepare some for your freezer. Whenever you\u2019re hungry, you can just reheat a few.\u00a0<\/p>\n
11\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney didn\u2019t know how it happened, but muddled by fever, she found herself giving her address.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Strange\u2026\u2019 she thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney had always thought of herself as cautious, guarded. Maybe it was because Agatha seemed like an adorable little old lady. Or maybe it was because she so rarely received care like this. That warm, almost familial concern disarmed her completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Though feverish, Sydney felt lighter. She got up, washed her face, and changed the bandage on her forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time she finished, Agatha was bustling through the door, arms full of supplies.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFeeling any better?\u201d Agatha asked, setting the bags down and washing her hands before reaching for Sydney\u2019s forehead. \u201cStill a bit of a fever. Go back to bed. I\u2019ll call you when the muffins are ready.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve slept enough. Let me help you make them.\u201d Fresh from sleep, Sydney\u2019s voice was soft, her whole demeanor gentler than usual.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha\u2019s heart melted, and she looked at her as though she were her own granddaughter. \u201cAll right. Sit and rest on the couch first. I\u2019ll get the dough ready.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 122\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d Sydney leaned against the sofa back, watching the old woman busy herself in the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bright winter sunlight spilled across Agatha\u2019s silver-white hair and down her slightly bent back. For a moment, Sydney did not feel so alone. For a moment, she felt like she had family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had never made muffins before, but she was smart, copying Agatha\u2019s movements. Hers turned out good enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As they worked, Agatha glanced at the bandage on her head. \u201cWhat happened? How\u2019d you hurt yourself?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney pressed her lips tight. \u201cWell\u2026 Just bumped it by accident.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha\u2019s expression softened with concern as she brushed the wound gently. \u201cDoes your family not live in Jouleston?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026\u201d Sydney\u2019s hands did not stop kneading the dough. \u201cI don\u2019t have a family. My parents passed away when I was young.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her grandparents had died even earlier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha\u2019s hands stilled. An echo of pain flickered in her eyes. \u201cMy grandson\u2019s parents died young too. You and he are both pitiful children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sighed. \u201cHe once had a little girl he raised, but when trouble hit the family, he feared dragging her down. Ever since, he\u2019s been alone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
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