After dinner, Florence took the little bun and left.
Sarah Sullivan sat silently by the bed, watching the sleeping man.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to personally cook for your aunt and son.
Don’t worry, I have my principles.
I’ll try my best not to let Brightan get into trouble, but if your aunt ends up vomiting, foaming at the mouth, and questioning life after the meal, that’s not my fault.
After all, I’m being forced, and it’s all because of your good aunt’s own doing.”
Sarah was just habitually venting; she didn’t expect any reaction from the man.
So after speaking, she started the acupuncture treatment for the man.
But Sarah noticed a faint smile on the man’s face, which was as frozen as the Antarctic sea?
This indicated that her treatment was becoming increasingly effective.
Sarah couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy.
Then she became somewhat annoyed: “Smile?
What are you smiling at?
Laughing at my cooking skills?
When you wake up, I’ll cook for you every day!
Poison you!”
…
Besides the nightly acupuncture treatment, Sarah took the medicine she bought today and went to the kitchen.
This was an independent kitchen in the courtyard, equipped with all kinds of Chinese and Western cooking utensils.
There was even an old-fashioned stove for burning firewood.
Steeping herbs, lighting a fire, brewing medicine…
every detail was orderly.
Another two hours passed by the time a bowl of medicine was brewed.
Sarah carried the medicine bowl back to the bedroom.
Sitting by the bed, she hugged the man’s neck with her left hand, letting him lean half against her embrace.
Her right hand held the medicine bowl.
Anthony Varley had his eyes closed and lips pupsed, silent.
“Darling, it’s time to take your medicine,”
Sarah recalled how Mrs.
Varley warned her not to become like Jinlian Andrews when she advised Sarah, and couldn’t help but say to Anthony.
Actually, Sarah wasn’t a dull person.
The reason she appeared cold to outsiders was just that she found them too boring to bother with.
She could be lively and talkative too.
But only in front of those closest to her, like her adopted father and younger brother.
Now, she had one more person—a husband in a vegetative state.
Varley obviously couldn’t open his mouth on his own, so Sarah had to pry his mouth open and gently pour the medicine in.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Not voluntarily, but passively, Anthony started coughing, the medicine spilled out, splashing on both of their clothes.
Sarah couldn’t help but frown.
Since Anthony had no voluntary swallowing ability, he received his nutrition and Western medical treatment intravenously.
How could he take herbal medicine orally?
Sarah knew there was a way to purify the liquid medicine and inject it into him.
But that would waste time, and there was also a lack of necessary equipment; she would have to find a laboratory elsewhere.
Sarah was a person who disliked trouble.
After a brief thought, she took a small sip of the medicine and pressed her lips against Anthony’s.
The man’s lips were cool.
Sarah’s lips were cool, too.
But as they touched, they gradually warmed up.
This was also Sarah’s first conscious kiss.
Yet Sarah still didn’t find it anything special.
Lip-to-lip contact was just an ambiguous form; in essence, it was for treating a patient.
A doctor shouldn’t see any gender distinction, let alone experience embarrassment or shyness.
Sarah fed the medicine concentrated.
Anthony lay in Sarah’s arms, peaceful and compliant, the years passed quietly.
Sarah didn’t notice that the man’s right hand, which had been resting on the bed, was behind her.
The man’s fingers moved slightly.
Apparently, he wanted to lift his hand and embrace the girl’s waist from behind.
But despite several attempts, he ultimately couldn’t lift it.
…
Sarah’s clothes were stained with medicine.
She had come to the Varley Clan hurriedly and hadn’t brought extra clothes, so she decided to go to the wardrobe for the first time to find something to change into.
This wardrobe was set up for Sarah by Florence, who once eagerly brought Sarah in for a tour.
But Sarah hadn’t been interested at the time, so she didn’t look closely.
It wasn’t until this time that Sarah truly grasped the layout and contents of this wardrobe.
She couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly how obscenely wealthy it was.
Indeed, money can do whatever it wants.
First, this place shouldn’t be called a wardrobe; it should be called a wardrobe villa, more fitting!
Because the wardrobe was essentially a two-story building, with a basement, making it three floors in total, covering an area of over 3,000 square meters.
It contained only women’s belongings, not a single item belonging to Anthony.
Because Florence said a wardrobe is a woman’s domain, and men shouldn’t interfere.
Anthony’s clothes naturally had another place to be stored.
Anyway, the Varley Clan’s manor was large enough.
The old mansion was located on the outskirts of Huston, built against the mountain, with rivers and mountains, covering an area of over 150 acres.
The courtyard in which Anthony lived alone had over 40 rooms and covered an area of more than 20,000 square meters.
Because the old house was too large, distances that were too far had to be traversed with electric golf carts within the estate.
The wardrobe exclusively for Sarah contained not only clothes from all major luxury brands.
There was a room solely for various bags.
Another room housed a variety of shoes.
The first room on the left on the first floor was a world of perfumes.
The first room on the right was an ocean of cosmetics.
As for the second floor?
Tiffany, Van Cleef & Arpels, Graff, Cartier, Chopard, Bulgari…
all the top jewelry brands in the world were represented here.
Yet the most valuable part wasn’t on the first or second floors.
Florence had a hobby of collecting.
She was interested in many classic, limited, and antique styles of top luxury items.
She frequently spent extravagantly at world-class auction houses like Sotheby and Christie’s, amassing countless treasures.
Currently, her aunt generously moved much of her collection to Sarah’s place.
Sarah took a turn around and found it incredibly challenging to find a piece of clothing that was modest and suitable for her.
In the end, she could only pick up two blue Gucci sweatshirts and was about to leave.
Just then…
from one of the rooms, emerged a woman sneaking around, facing Sarah directly.
The woman was startled, and the bag she was carrying dropped to the ground.
“You…
what are you doing here?”
The woman instinctively asked.
“I should be asking you that.
Who let you in?”
Sarah frowned.
This was her wardrobe, and she was the only person allowed in.
Equipped with the most advanced automatic cleaning devices, it needed no manual cleaning.
Vacuuming and mopping were the responsibilities of smart robots.
So what was this woman doing here?
Sarah knew this woman was the close maid of Ms.
Varley, responsible for taking care of Brightan’s personal needs.
Her name seemed to be Mia.
The maid, Mia, felt somewhat panicked.
She hadn’t seen Sarah come to this wardrobe before, so she sneaked in.
But she didn’t expect Sarah to come at night as well.
This put her in an awkward position.
The maid Mia’s eyes darted, and she lowered her eyes, saying, “Madam, I came in to clean.”
Lies!
Cleaning in the middle of the night?
No cleaning needed here; why act industrious?
Anything offered without reason is either adultery or theft.
Sarah’s gaze swept over the maid, Mia, and she smiled without speaking.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t expose her lies, but she was too lazy to waste time on her.
She wasn’t worth it.
“Leave, and don’t come again.”
Sarah waved a gentle warning.
“Yes, Madam.”
The maid Mia agreed verbally but still reached for the bag on the ground.
After picking it up, she kept her head down and walked quickly.
“Hold on!”
Sarah’s expression turned cold.
The maid Mia froze and turned back.
“Madam?”
“You may go, but leave the item behind.
Don’t be tactless.”