“Nia, have some breakfast. I’m going to look for the doctor.”
Niamh grabbed Kendrick as he turned to leave. “Kendrick!”
“Hmm?” Kendrick stopped in his tracks and turned around curiously.
Niamh hid the anxiety in her heart and instantly lifted a smile. “The doctor came over just now. He said that there’s nothing wrong with me.”
“The doctor came just now? Where’s the report then? Let me see.” Kendrick’s gaze scanned around Niamh, clearly searching for the report.
“The doctor said they’re going green now, so all reports can be viewed on our phones. Don’t worry, the doctor said I’m fine, so I’m fine. I can be discharged at any time. Since that’s the case, let’s go now.” Niamh went over and held Kendrick’s arm. “Let’s go, Kendrick.”
Even though Niamh was smiling and speaking coherently, Kendrick kept feeling as if something was amiss.
While he was not suspecting Niamh, as he was turning around, he spotted the torn pieces of paper in the bin. This inevitably raised questions.
‘Are those torn papers the report?’
‘Did Nia ripthem up?’
‘Why would Nia do that?’
Kendrick’s head was bursting with questions. After taking a few steps out of the room, Kendrick suddenly stopped.
“Nia, you should go handle the discharge procedure. My stomach isn’t feeling well, so I need to head to the toilet.”
Niamh remained oblivious. “Go then. I’ll wait for you here.”
“Okay,” Kendrick said before turning around quickly. From the corners of his eyes, he could see Niamh standing there waiting for him. He quickly turned the corner and went back to the room earlier.
They had only left for a short while, so no one had arrived to clean up just yet. Kendrick strode to the bin and picked up the ripped papers without hesitation.
Kendrick picked up all the torn papers, but he noticed that the damage was extensive, requiring more time to piece the fragments together.
He could only resort to wrapping the pieces in a handkerchief. Then, he returned to Niamh’s side, pretending nothing had happened after he went to the restroom.
“Kendrick, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” Niamh asked, uneasy, as she grabbed Kendrick’s hand.
Kendrick held Niamh’s hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.
“I still intend to take good care of you for the rest of your life, so how can I let anything happen?” He smiled softly, but he somehow began feeling that the torn papers in his pocket weighed heavily on his mind.
After returning to the hotel, while Niamh bathed, Kendrick sat on the sofa and took the opportunity to quickly sort the pieces of paper.
Fortunately, the paper fragments were not too small, so Kendrick still managed to sort it out, messiness aside.
With his quick reading speed, he finished the entire checkup report in a blink of an eye.
There was certainly nothing wrong based on the content of the paper, but Kendrick also noticed Niamh’s blood test report.
There was a deviation in one of the indices listed, and this index, in particular, quickly reminded him of his physical examination back then…
After her bath, Niamh came out of the bathroom, wiping her hair with a towel as she walked toward the bedroom. She lifted her eyes and saw a dazed-looking Kendrick sitting on the sofa, pieces of papers patched together on the coffee table in front of him.
Seeing those pieces of paper, a conjecture quickly formed in Niamh’s mind.
She hurriedly walked over and, as expected, saw that it was the report that she had ripped and threw away.
Niamh slowly stopped wiping her hair and lowered her hand as she walked to Kendrick’s side. Seeing him remain silent and beside himself, her hands reached out to touch his, but she noticed the coldness permeating the palms of his hands.
“Kendrick,” Niamh gently called out Kendrick’s name, “I know what you’re thinking. This is exactly the reason I didn’t want to tell you for the time being.”
The surrounding mood grew more silent after Niamh had spoken.
After a lengthy silence, Kendrick gradually showed some response.
One by one, he grabbed Niamh’s fingers tightly and grasped them in his palm, lest she disappeared from his life.
Niamh could feel Kendrick’s fear. It was identical to the time when she had been afraid that he would leave her forever.
“Kendrick, don’t worry about it, and stop jumping to conclusions. We still don’t know the specifics of the situation. Plus, I don’t feel that there’s any problem with my body, so it could just be a coincidence.”
“Heartache, breathing difficulties, and eventually, severe enough to vomit blood…”
Kendrick’s lips parted weakly. His voice seemed to tremble slightly.
“How did this happen? How did you also…” Kendrick raised his hand and grabbed his hair in distress.
“Kendrick, Kendrick, don’t do this. I really am fine.” Niamh quickly reassured him.
Now, he was just like her back then. Worried, apprehensive, and distraught. This feeling could neither be consoled nor cured.
He could only be fine if she was fine.
“Kendrick, listen to me. Even if I also have that poison in my body, don’t forget we still have Adam! He can help us.”
“Adam…”
A glint of realization suddenly flashed in Kendrick’s eyes and he stood up quickly.
“We’re going back to Glendale now!”
“We’ve booked an afternoon flight, so we’ll head to the airport after lunch.”
“Okay!”
Kendrick answered, the anxiety in his heart evident.
He took the hairdryer and helped Niamh dry her hair.
While she enjoyed being taken care of by Kendrick, Niamh started to reflect on the recent events, finding them a little bizarre.
She had been eating and drinking the same things as the Grays. If someone had deliberately laced her food with a slow-acting poison, then who could it be? Further, how did this person come about the slow-acting poison?
Niamh pondered but quickly dismissed this thought.
At this point, she still could not be completely sure what is happening to her, so she should not freak herself out.
After her hair was dried, Niamh and Kendrick decided to have a meal before they went to the airport.
The winter in St. Piaf was extremely cold. Even with their coats on, they still could not withstand the bone-chilling winds of winter.
Kendrick was tightly holding onto Niamh’s hand, so he could plainly feel her shivering hands.
“Nia, you should wait at the convenience store in front. I’ll tell you when I’ve gotten a ride,” suggested Kendrick. He is unwilling to let Niamh continue being out in the cold street with him. He did not know why it was especially difficult to hail a taxi today.
Niamh was freezing. She could even feel herself shivering from the cold.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you in the convenience shop.” Niamh did not want Kendrick to worry about her, so she turned around and walked to the convenience store that was within 20 meters away.
She certainly felt much warmer once she was inside. However, she felt as if the bone-chilling cold was still seeping through her skin, so Niamh bought a cup of hot milk tea and sat down on the chair at the side to rest.
Despite the shop’s heater and the hot beverage to warm her hands and body, Niamh felt even colder now.
She lifted her hand to touch her forehead and noticed that there was a layer of cold sweat.
Niamh was immediately stunned. She remembered the doctor’s words, which subsequently reminded her of Kendrick’s concerns.
‘Could it really be that, without me realizing it, someone had poisoned me with an unknown component?’
After Niamh figured that this truly might be the case, she did not continue sitting in the convenience store and hastily walked toward the exit.
However, just as the automatic doors opened, a woman ran in hurriedly, colliding with Niamh just as she was about to leave.
The impact of the collision was so forceful that Niamh reflexively reached out her hand to hold the rack beside her, almost falling.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I’m in a hurry,” the woman said apologetically.
This voice sounded slightly familiar to Niamh. As she lifted her gaze, she heard the woman’s surprised voice at the same time.
“Mrs. Waldburg? It’s you!”
“Shirley.” In a glance, Niamh recognized the alluring woman in front of her–Adam’s sister, Shirley.
Niamh had heard from Kendrick that Shirley was also in St. Piaf. However, she did not expect to run into her in such a coincidence.
“Mrs. Waldburg, you don’t look too good. Are you feeling ill?” Shirley asked as she stepped forward and held Niamh’s hand in concern.
Even though Niamh was feeling unwell, she remembered Adam’s advice, reminding them to stay as far away from Shirley as possible.
Although Adam did not clarify his reasons, he had been his savior on multiple occasions, so Niamh was willing to trust him unconditionally.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.