Arielle was wandering idly in the backyard when Larissa scurried over to her. “Ms. Arielle, that young lady fainted,” she whispered.
At once, Arielle got to her feet and strode toward the servants' quarters.
As Larissa had dismissed the other helpers, no one saw Arielle heading into her room.
After pushing the door open, Arielle saw the girl buried in the covers, her face drained of color. Her eyes were shut as though she were in agony.
“Sasha? Sasha!” Arielle gave her shoulder a gentle push.
Frowning, the girl started mumbling incoherently.
Arielle leaned nearer and heard her muttering, “Revenge... Blake...”
Larissa stepped in and asked worriedly, “Ms. Arielle, what should we do?”
Arielle turned at her shoulder. “I've bandaged her wound, so this shouldn't be happening. Did you feed her the medicine on time?”
“Yes, I made sure she finished everything before I go to work after every meal,” Larissa answered.
Arielle was confused.
She touched Sasha's forehead and realized it was burning. She must be having a fever of over thirty-nine degrees Celsius.
“Sasha's running a temperature,” Arielle told Larissa. “Go to my room and grab the medical kit underneath my desk. If someone asks, tell them
your distant cousin is here to visit you but got ill.”
“All right!” Larissa spun on her heels and rushed out of her room.
Arielle pulled back the covers to check on Sasha's wound, but the latter's shoes caught her eyes instead.
Her shoes were covered with mud and had leaves stuck on them.
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