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She was willing to bow her head.
“As long as you save him, I can agree to any condition you set.”
Her voice trembled, suppressing the deep sorrow in her throat.
Wesley let out a lowugh, full of mockery.
He mocked her for finally bowing her head.
He mocked himself for still wanting her at this very moment.
“Have you thought it through?” he asked indifferently.
Prisci nodded, “Yes, I have. What are your conditions?”
She was already mentally prepared.
It was nothing more than sleeping with him.
She could ept that.
“A life for a life,” Wesley said slowly, his expression deep and inscrutable.
Prisci didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
Wesley took a long stride, walking leisurely to the bedside. He lowered his head slightly, pinched Prisci’s chin with his fingers, and rubbed it forcefully.
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“If you want to save Noah’s life, stay by my side. When you get pregnant, that’s when I’ll agree to save him.”
Prisci’s eyes widened in shock, instinctively refusing.
“No.”
She couldn’t ept it.
He was going to get engaged to Juniper tomorrow, and before long, they would be married. Now he wanted her to get pregnant–what did he take her for, and what would her child be?
A mistress and an illegitimate child?
Wesley released her chin and leisurely took a step back, a malicious smile on his lips. “Ms. Wilburn, the choice is yours.”
He walked toward the door.
One foot was already out the door of the hospital room.
Suddenly, his sleeve was grabbed from behind.
Prisci’s voice was hoarse: “I agree.”
In the end, she gave in.
Wesley didn’t look back, only left her with one sentence: “Go wait for me at Chaston Vi.”
He walked out.
Prisci covered her face, her suppressed sobs finally bursting out uncontrobly.
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In the end, she still returned to his side.
In an even more humiliating role.
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Outside the door, by the wall, Wesley stood there for a long time, unmoving.
In the end, he still kept her by his side.
Prisci went to Chaston Vi, where the servants had already been waiting for her.
When they saw her, they greeted her with surprise, calling her Mrs. Carlton.
Prisci felt another wave of sadness in her heart. She said
softly, “We are already divorced. Please don’t call me Mrs. Carlton anymore.”
Besides, soon there would be a new Mrs. Carlton by his side.
The servants dared not say anything more.
Prisci went upstairs to the master bedroom.
The room was still as it had been before; her clothes were still in the wardrobe, even her skincare products hadn’t been moved.
Her heart, so full of grief and despair, finally felt a trace of warmth.
She took her pajamas and went to take a shower.
She was too tired and soon fell asleep.
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Prisci put on a coat over her pajamas before going downstairs, but Wesley was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Mr. Carlton?” she asked.
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The servant hesitated, then finally said cautiously, “Sir said he needs to prepare for tomorrow’s engagement ceremony, so he won’t being back tonight.”
Engagement?
That’s right, he was going to get engaged to Juniper.
Prisci lowered her eyes and replied calmly, “Okay.”
She had no appetite, so she just ate a little and put down her fork.
The servant brought over a bowl of medicinal soup.
“This is…”
Before she could finish, Prisci had already taken it and drank it all in two gulps.
It was Bruce’s medicine, to dispel cold and nourish the body.
She knew that.
The bitterness bloomed on her tongue, flooding into her stomach and making her feel unbearably sick.
Prisci couldn’t hold it in and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting until she was dizzy.
Until her mouth was both sour and bitter, and her stomach was empty.
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She leaned on the sink, looking at her haggard and disheveled reflection in the mirror, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Prisci, you really are a mess!
There was a knock at the door, “knock, knock, knock.”
Prisci sshed water on her face before opening the door and going out.
At the door, Wesley was standing there, expressionless, looking at her.
Prisci was slightly stunned. Wasn’t he supposed to note back?
She should have said something to ease the tension between them, but in the end, she couldn’t say a word.
She stood there in silence.
Wesley looked at her for a while, neither warmly nor coldly, before moving aside to let her out.
“Drink another bowl of medicine,” he said in a t voice.
Prisci felt the urge to vomit again, but she held it back and agreed.
The servant ced the medicinal soup on the table, along with a spoon and a te of candied dates.
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