"Ah!" Vera was startled and screamed while getting up to help. "Minerva, are you okay?"
That violent reaction from her threw everyone for a loop. Her face was pale from the vomiting; she couldn't even straighten her back. Her forehead was beaded with sweat.
Minerva was not looking good.
Juliette, who was standing at the side, noticed this but kept silent. She turned around and went straight to call the doctor.
"I'm sorry, Minerva. Did I feed you too quickly, I'm sorry... I didn't take into account that you'd just woken up. I should have slowed down." After Vera helped her up, she started tearing up.
Minerva's breathing was shallow as she leaned on the pillow and panted heavily. She was obviously struggling to breathe. Vera could only place an arm on her back and pat her lightly. "I'm really sorry. I'll pour you a glass of water, okay?"
"Let her rest for a while." Quill frowned at the scene, and got the janitors outside to clean up the mess. Soon, Juliette came with the doctor in tow. The ward was buzzing with activity.
Minerva looked at the person in front of her.
Vera's eyes were watery and her face was full of guilt and restlessness.
Quill, beside her, also looked a little pale. He looked like he had aged in just a few days; he looked worse than before.
Juliette told the doctor what had happened and the doctor checked Minerva's condition. Then, he spoke to them sincerely.
She felt her ears buzzing. After she threw up, she felt very tired. Her body was too weak. She laid back on the bed and said softly, "I want to rest alone for a while."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Vera sniffed and asked, "Will you be alright alone?"
Quill glanced at her seriously, paused for a while, then said, "Leave her be."
After that, he went out of the ward.
Vera glanced at Juliette, still hesitating. She shot her a look, then the two of them went out together and closed the door behind them.
After they went out, Vera immediately became anxious.
"Why? She's very poorly now. If we leave her alone inside..."
"Don't worry." Juliette explained, "Miss Minerva is an adult. She'll change when we don't pamper her."
"But you saw what happened this time. Do you know how big of an impact it had on her?"
"Precisely because it had such a huge impact on her, she needs to have a change of mind. She's doing everything she can to convince herself because she can't accept Young Master Yardley's death. This... is even more difficult than just accepting it. Do you understand? It's difficult but... at the same time, it'll be easy if she comes around."
Life was just this cruel sometimes.
But weren't they all the same? Some would resort to anything for comfort, even if it was all lies, because that comfort was easier to accept than the truth.
Maybe a person's whole life consisted of them consoling themselves and getting by with that fake comfort.
Vera didn't say anything. She leaned against the door and looked at Minerva through the window. She really hoped that she would come around and regain her cheer quickly.
Minerva slept for a long time. When she woke up, her eyes were hollow. Vera prepared hot oatmeal for her again. This time, Vera only fed her half of a small bowl of food. Every time she took a bite, Vera would carefully observe her reaction before feeding her again.
"I'm fine. What happened in the morning was an accident. It won't happen again," Minerva reassured her
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