FreeNovelRemington was racked with worry, suspecting the Wests had harmed Lizetta in sway. A doctor, accompanied by an assortment of medical equipment, arrived to conduct a thorough examination on Lizetta. However, the conclusion was that there was nothing physically wrong with Lizetta. The reason she wasn't waking up might be her own reluctance to face the world. If they couldn't wake her soon, she might slip into a deep coma, which would be disastrous.
Fiona held Lizetta's hand, calling out to her repeatedly and talking to her, but Lizetta didn't respond. Remington then called Yolanda, who arrived quickly. Despite her crying and shouting at Lizetta, there was still no response. It was as if Lizetta had completely given up on the world, genuinely wanting to leave it all behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt*InMaple Cottage.\nIn the evening, Jerome's assistant Horace hurried up the stairs and knocked on Jerome's door without delay. Jerwas in the dressing room, just slipping on a shirt and hadn't yet started buttoning it. A gust of wind flipped the corner of the white shirt, briefly revealing his toned physique.
"Did you find out?" he asked without turning, his voice calm. Horace, trying not to stare, quickly replied, "Daisylin was found with both legs broken, discarded outside of Zion City. I found her begging under the bridge in Ashfield. I got it straight from her; she really did give birth at Rainbow Hospital! On the day of the delivery, Hans said they couldn't afford the hospital fees, so he rushed her discharge, and she left the hospital the sday. This is a sample of Daisylin's hair." Jerome's hand, buttoning his shirt, paused with force. Years ago, Elsa had accompanied him to Zion City for a chess tournament when she unexpectedly went into premature labor. Though he was young at the time, the memory was vivid. The hospital Elsa was taken to was Rainbow Hospital. Lizetta and Andrea were born on the sday, in the shospital. Considering Mrs. Bernice Madden's natural affinity for Lizetta and the resemblance between Lizetta and Elsa, Jerome's breathing deepened. He was nearly certain of his speculation. Lizetta was probably the real Ms. Madden.
Descending the stairs with Horace, they found Mrs. Bernice Madden and Andrea in the midst of a tug-of-war in the living room.
"Let go of me! Stop pulling me!" Mrs. Bernice Madden's voice was filled with panic and dissatisfaction, while Andrea clung to the elderly lady's hand, trying to drag her toward the room. "Grandma, please, don't you want to wear your beautiful gown and go withto the show? It'll be fun." "I won't go, I won't!" Mrs. Bernice Madden struggled, uncooperative. Andrea, frustration flashing in her eyes, was about to summon the servants to forcefully take Mrs Bernice Madden back to her room when Jerome's voice echoed from the staircase.
"Andrea, what are you doing?" Andrea's heart tightened, and she let go of Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Bernice Madden immediately turned and hurried towards Jerome. Rolfing up her sleeves, she pointed at Andrea and complained to Jerwith a pout.
"Jerome, she's a bully, she hurt me!" Indeed, there were red marks on Mrs. Bernice Madden's arms, clearly from Andrea's forceful tugging.
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Jerfrowned slightly, looking at Andrea. Andrea appeared hurt and wronged. "Brother just wanted Grandma to cwithto a concert. Ever since we arrived in Zion City, nobody has had tfor me!" It was always about Lizetta. These
past few days, with Lizetta gone, felt blissfully peaceful. Yet, Mrs. Bernice Madden stilt remembered her, causing a fuss morning and night She would call out for Elsa at dawn and seek her at dusk. Just now, Mrs. Bernice Madden had been causing a scene about going out to find Lizetta, and Andrea, feeling upset, had insisted on coaxing the elderly lady to accompany her to a musical.
But Mrs. Bernice Madden's resistance was fierce, and in a m moment of anger, Andrea had been a bit too forceful.
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