Odell looked at her face which was glowing beet red. After a brief silence, he stroked her forehead


    again.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    It was burning.


    Odell immediately reached for his phone and made a call. “Tell Mr. Forger toe here immediately.”


    Shortly after, the family doctor arrived with a medicine box in tow.


    Odell stood beside the bed and looked at Sylvia who was still passed out from sleep on the bed. He


    enquired with a stern frown, "What''s wrong with her? 11


    “Master Carter, the madam has a fever and is very weak at the moment. She needs a good rest more


    than anything else.” After a brief hesitation, he added in a low voice, “I think you two should abstain


    from making love for the next few days.”


    Odell answered with a queer look, "Got it."


    The doctor turned around and left.


    Sylvia was still curled up like a ball and in a deep sleep.


    Odell stared at her silently.


    After a long time, he walked out with a sullen expression.


    It was almost 9 p.m. when Sylvia woke up.


    She quickly rolled herself out of bed.


    She was still feeling terribly exhausted and could hardly muster the strength to move.


    She reached the living room on the first floor with her legs trembling the entire time she walked.


    She drank three sses of water in one go and found something to eat. Only then did she feel slightly


    better.


    Then, she went to Madam Carter’s room.


    Violet was watching the madam by the bed and when she saw Sylvia appear, she got up and informed,


    “ Miss, Master Carter says that you should focus on resting tonight. Please get some rest, I''ll watch


    over the madam.”


    "No, you should get some rest as well,” Sylvia said and sat down beside the bed.


    Since Sylvia insisted, Violet had no choice but to leave the room.


    Sylvia did not bring any painting supplies this time around.


    She was still feeling utterly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just sit and watch Madam


    Carter.


    After a long silence, she began to feel some of her vitality returning to her. She began talking to Madam


    Carter, “Grandma, I went back to see Liam and Isabel today. They are doing very well and they both


    miss you very much..."


    She retold some of the stories the children told her as if she was making small talk with the bedridden


    patient.


    ....


    Meanwhile, in a car parked just outside the gate.


    Odell was by himself in the backseat with a phone in his hand. The disy showed live surveince


    footage of Madam Carter’s room.


    Every word Sylvia uttered could be heard clearly.


    It was not hard to hear the tint of exhaustion in her voice.


    Still, she managed to speak gently and with rity.


    She told Madam Carter all sorts of stories about Isabel and Liam, making sure to pick the most


    interesting little tales.


    Soon, Odell’s jet-ck eyebrows twitched.


    Ever since he moved Madam Carter here, Sylvia had been watching over her every night. Simrly, he


    watched over them every night as well.


    Even now, he could not figure out how was it that the same person who hurt Madam Carter could


    speak to her with such affection.


    How was she not haunted by guilt? Why did she never oppose the idea of living with Madam Carter?


    Unless...


    No, impossible.


    She had to be the one who hurt Madam Carter.


    The only reason that she could carry herself as if she had never done wrong was that she did not have


    to push Madam Carter off the cliff herself. It was Edmund who did the dirty work for her!


    Three days passed in the blink of an eye.


    In these three days, Odell never showed up once when Sylvia was awake.


    Sylvia had the luxury of freedom. She slept during the day and watched over Madam Carter at night. In


    her free time, she would make conversations with Violet.


    She managed to extract some information from Violet.


    For instance, she found out that Violet worked in the house during the day but had to spend the night in


    a separate house.


    The moment she stepped into the house for her shift, she had to hand over her phone to the bodyguard


    posted by the door.


    Even the doctor who came to examine Madam Carter was no exception to this rule.


    This meant that there was no way for Sylvia to get her hands on a phone to contact the outside world.