Chapter 202
Yvonne was hospitalized with a high fever and remained unconscious for a full day and night. When she woke up, her mind was a complete blank.
“Ms. Jones, you’re finally awake,” Helen said, her face lighting up with relief from her seat beside the bed.
“What happened to me?” Yvonne moved her lips, only to discover her voice was painfully hoarse.
“Your wound got infected, and you had a persistent high fever. You were unconscious for a whole day and night,” Helen explained, reaching out to feel Yvonne’s forehead. Thankfully, the fever had finally broken.
It would have been such a shame if a pretty girl like her suffered permanent damage.
“The fever’s gone, thank goodness. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?” Helen asked with concern.
Yvonne’s head was splitting, her throat was dry and sore, and she felt utterly drained of strength. But she figured these were just the aftereffects of the injury and fever, and they would fade with time.
Yvonne shook her head, then asked, puzzled, “Why are you here p>
“The young master asked me to come take care of you. It wouldn’t be proper for a man like him to look after a young lady like you while you’re injured,” Helen said.
Yvonne pressed her lips together in silence as her memory slowly returned, recalling the events in the basement.
“Bennett… was he hurt?” Yvonne asked, her voice raspy.
“Just a minor scrape on his back, but his hand was injured quite badly. Luckily, it was just a flesh wound, no damage to the bones or tendons. Otherwise, how could he ever hold a gun again?” Helen said.
“How did he hurt his hand?” Yvonne asked, confused. She remembered him fighting those men, but his hands hadn’t been injured then.
“The young master shattered the ventilation window with his bare hands. That’s how you were rescued,” Helen told her honestly.
Yvonne fell silent upon hearing this, her long, thick lashes hiding the emotion in her eyes.
“You must be hungry. I’ll go home and make you some nourishing soup. It’s the best for recovery,” Helen said. She tucked the blanket around Yvonne and turned to leave the room.
In the hallway outside, Bennett was leaning against the wall, his right hand, wrapped
in white gauze, hanging at his side.
“Sir, Ms. Jones is awake. Aren’t you going in to see her?” Helen asked as she approached him.
Bennett had stood watch outside
the room all night, and his eyes were faintly bloodshot. He glanced
towards the room then looked
away. “No, I’m heading back. Please take good care of her p>
During Yvonne’s hospital stay, Helen was her primary caregiver.
When Sandra heard she was in the hospital, she rushed over as well.
Sandra brought a fruit basket, picked out an apple, and sat by the bed, peeling it
while listening to Yvonne recount what had happened.
“I set a trap to get Peter arrested, which must have infuriated George. That’s why he hired someone to kill me p>
“What kind of monster does that to his own daughter? He’s worse than an animal,” Sandra cursed after hearing the story.
“Megan must have had George’s approval when she swapped me and Queena. He probably knew I was being abused by the Reeds all those years but just couldn’t be bothered to care. In his heart, only Queena is his real daughter p>
Yvonne’s tone was cold and sarcastic.
“That scumbag George… even a firing squad would be too good for him,” Sandra said angrily. “It’s a who attacked you
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Yvonne replied, “It’s fine. With Peter in custody, he’s bound to talk. It won’t be easy
for George to get away scot-free this time p>
Sandra nodded, cutting the peeled apple into small pieces and holding one to Yvonne’s lips.
Yvonne took a small bite and continued, “What about the film set p>
“Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken with the director. Just focus on getting better these
next few days. And please, be careful,” Sandra urged.