The Billionaire Family Who Kept Me For Luck And Learned To Fear Me Chapter 06
When I woke, I was in a private hospital suite. Most of theÂ
pain had faded, leaving only a dull ache in my chest.Â
Nora was keeping vigil at my bedside. When she saw my eyesÂ
open, hers filled with tears.Â
‘Aurelia, you’re finally awake.”Â
I tried to reassure her, but my throat was too raw to produce a sound.Â
Nora immediately lifted a cup of warm water to my lips.Â
You just woke up. Drink slowly.”Â
The water soothed my throat and sent a comforting warmth through me.Â
For three years, Nora had cared for me like a mother. She wasÂ
the only source of warmth I had found in the Whitmore household.Â
I had barely finished the water when Conrad entered, leaning on his cane.Â
Aurelia, I’m sorry. I came back too late.”Â
‘I never imagined those bastards would hurt you, much less come upÂ
with something this twisted.Â
“They’ll pay for what they did. But the Whitmore family…”Â
Before he could finish, Vivian burst into the room with herÂ
entire head swathed in bandages.Â
In only seven days, the decay had worsened.Â
The old dressings had fused to the damaged tissue and couldÂ
not be safely removed, so the doctors could only medicate theÂ
exposed wounds and add fresh dressings as needed.Â
Vivian dropped to her knees beside my bed.Â
“Aurelia, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong.”Â
Look at me. I barely look human anymore. I’ve already beenÂ
punished for what I did.”Â
Please make me look normal again.”Â
pushed myself upright.Â
“Vivian, you aren’t sorry. You’re just afraid to die.”Â
“If hurting me hadn’t come back on you, you would’ve killed me by now.”Â
Vivian shook her head frantically,Â
No. That’s not true. I really am sorry.”Â
A hospital aide helped Adrian into the room.Â
He dropped to his knees beside Vivian and slammed hisÂ
forehead against the floor in desperation.Â
‘Aurelia, please save me!”Â
I stared down at him, unmoved.Â
“I don’t want to.”Â
“And even if I did. I couldn’t.”Â
“That’s impossible!”Â
Adrian lifted his head, his forehead bleeding.Â
“This is punishment for hurting you. If you forgive us, we won’t die!”Â
Aurelia Whitmore!”Â
A man I didn’t recognize stormed into the room.Â
He was Nolan Whitmore, Victor and Helen’s son.Â
Victor and Helen had wanted to come beg me as soon as theyÂ
heard I was awake. But they were still confined to theirÂ
isolation room, so they had begged Nolan to come in their place.Â
Nolan glared at me.Â
I don’t care what kind of black magic you used on myÂ
parents. Make them well again, right now.”Â
“If you don’t, I swear I’ll make you regret it.”Â
I laughed at the fool standing in front of me. He still had noÂ
idea what kind of situation he had walked into.Â
And if I refuse? What are you going to do?”Â
Nolan snatched the water glass from the bedside table andÂ
raised it to throw at me.Â
Conrad brought his cane down across Nolan’s hand.Â
The glass clattered to the floor.Â
Nolan clutched his hand and stared at Conrad in disbelief.Â
“Grandfather, are you really going to abandon my parents?”Â
