I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 135

40 degrees? That was dangerously high. Steven rarely got that sick. Could it be because I made him take a cold shower at his grandfather’s place a few days ago?

I raised an eyebrow as Gordon continued. “And you care about Mr. Lancaster more than anyone. In the past, whenever anything was wrong with him, you were always the one to take care of him. Even if he was just a little nauseous, you would be so worried, so attentive…”

Gordon looked at me, his face a mixture of urgency and confusion. He couldn’t understand why I was so calm, so indifferent, when in the past, I would have been frantic over the slightest ailment.

I pressed my lips together, my mind flashing back to all the times Steven had been sick. I had always been the one who was most worried. Steven was a workaholic who would push through any illness. No one dared to say anything to him, except for me. I was the one who would make him take his medicine, who would insist that he rest.

At first, he had been cold. “Mind your own business,” he’d say. “You don’t need to get involved in my affairs.”

Later, as our marriage wore on, he grew impatient. “Zephyra, don’t you have anything better to do? People get sick. It’s not a death sentence. You make such a fuss over every little thing. You’re constantly hovering around me. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

The memories of those days were still vivid. My concern had been a burden to him. It was pointless. Besides, I was no longer the girl who revolved around Steven, desperate for his affection.

I held the doorknob, looking at Gordon, and offered my sincere advice. “Gordon, he doesn’t need me. Go get Verna. She’ll be more useful than I am. Or give him some fever reducer. Or take him to a hospital. Taros is a big city. There must be an emergency room that’s still open.”

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