Chapter 119

~ Megan

“I’m sorry, Jenny!” Charles yelled out in his sleep, but he hadn’t fully woken up. “Janette…” He added with trembling lips.

Jenny? Janette? Why was he dreaming about dead people? It seemed to have become something he frequently did, so I could only guess that he was traumatized. Janette’s case was understandable, but what about Jenny?

These questions remained unanswered, but I decided to go easy on the therapy. I hired a radical therapist in addition to the former one Charles had, and most of his treatments were pretty early. I was the only one with the power to wake Charles up from his beauty sleep.

He was especially lazy since he lost his ability to walk, and sharing a room with him made me aware of some of his nasty habits.

He wasn't as charming as he looked on the outside, especially when I wanted to change his clothes. He still preferred his caregivers, and I didn’t want to bother the newly hired ones.

I had to make a list of activities we could do to help Charles in his