After moving back into the villa, Eulalia started job hunting. Weirdly enough, she applied to over a dozen companies online and didn't hear back from a single one.She couldn't help but wonder if there was some glitch in the system. Early in the morning, Eulalia made breakfast and changed into formal attire.Percival came downstairs for breakfast and saw her all dressed up. "You heading out?" he asked."Job interviews," Eulalia replied, sipping her porridge.Percival almost forgot about Eulalia's plans to work. Hadn't he asked Oliver to handle it? Why would anyone still call her for interviews?After a quick glance at the time, Eulalia hurriedly finished her porridge and left. Percival watched her go, then called Oliver, instructing him to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't find a job.Oliver found Percival's behavior puzzling and, as an observer, quite off-putting.Eulalia was a 24-year-old adult. Keeping her cooped up at home would eventually ruin her ability to function in
Eulalia felt a dull ache in her abdomen, as if something was moving inside. She rushed to the bathroom and froze when she saw the blood on her pants.Is it my period? Eulalia's cycle was irregular, and she realized it had been a while since her last one. No wonder it hurt so much this time.She put on a pad and filled her hot water bottle, placing it next to her belly. But the pain was unbearable. She quickly took two strong painkillers to finally suppress the cramps.Curled up in bed, she felt drained, unable to focus.Mabel came upstairs to check on her. "Eulalia, are you okay? Should I call a doctor?""No need," Eulalia rasped, clutching her blanket. "It's just my period. I'll be fine in a couple of days."Mabel nodded and left, gently closing the door behind her.Not long after, footsteps approached again. The door opened. Eulalia assumed it was Mabel and didn't bother to look.It wasn't until a shadow loomed over her that she sensed something was off. She turned her eyes and met
"You were pinching my mouth shut. How could I speak?" Eulalia looked at the painkillers in the vomit on the floor, wondering if they'd still be effective.Leaning weakly against Percival, she softly said, "If you really care about me, just let me sleep."Percival looked at Eulalia, her eyes downcast, curled up in his arms like a cat seeking affection.The mess from her vomiting was not just on him but also on the bed and her. The smell still lingered.Disgusted, he said, "Clean yourself up first. I'll have Mabel come in and clean the room."Eulalia felt cold and weak, her face as pale as paper, her eyes misty. She looked so pitiable that it was hard not to want to hold her close and comfort her.Hesitating for a moment, Percival began to undress her.Eulalia felt so unwell that she couldn't even muster the energy to resist. She was limp in Percival's arms, like a dying cat.He easily stripped her and carried her into the bathroom to soak in hot water.The moment she was submerged, she
Percival didn't know much about diets, so Dr. Kruso thought for a moment and replied, "I'll prepare a meal plan and send it to your email.""Mm."Percival called Mabel over and handed her the list of herbs. "Go to the herbal medicine shop tomorrow and prepare these for Eulalia. Make sure you keep an eye on her."Eulalia hated anything bitter. She wouldn't even take Western medicine, let alone the dark, mysterious Chinese herbs. If Mabel wasn't careful, Eulalia would probably dump it all down the sink.Dr. Kruso glanced at the time. "Mr. Dunraven, I'll be heading out now."Percival nodded and instructed Mabel, "Mabel, please see Dr. Kruso out."The room emptied, and Percival went to chat with Evadne for a bit. After calming her down, he returned to Eulalia's room.When people get sick, even the strongest show a bit of vulnerability. Like Eulalia now. The room was too quiet, lit only by a dim wall lamp.She had been holding up okay until Percival's fussing—throwing up, seeing the doctor
"Do you want to go?" Percival asked."Yeah." Eulalia put away her expression, looked at Percival with wide-open eyes, and didn't say a word of flattery. But her eyes were already pleading.Percival couldn't resist her gaze and put down his phone. "Behave and take your medicine for the next few days, and I'll let you go.""Are you for real this time?" She had been tricked by Percival before and always double-checked.Percival touched her forehead lightly. "Yes, I won't lie to you this time."Eulalia couldn't figure out what Percival was thinking. One moment he wouldn't let her go out, the next he agreed. She felt uneasy, thinking his mood swings were faster than an opera face change."Let's sleep, it's late."Percival turned off the light and got into bed, wrapping his arms around Eulalia. He agreed to let her go to the orphanage not out of pity, but because he thought she'd be less resistant to having kids if she spent more time around them.Two days later, the stuffed toys Eulalia ha
Eulalia felt awkward, her ears burning with embarrassment.Walking beside her, Vincent casually chimed in, "Yeah, I like her."The head of the orphanage burst into even more laughter. "Never thought Vincent would finally take an interest in girls. If only he were a bit smarter."Vincent frowned, his face stern. "I am smart."The head of the orphanage didn't take his words to heart. After all, he was a big goofball. Besides, what could possibly happen? Eulalia was a married young lady. How could she ever be interested in someone like him? What a pipe dream.Eulalia's eyes met Vincent's serious gaze, and her heart tightened. "Why... why are you looking at me like that?""You know my name, but I don't know yours."Eulalia sighed in relief; he was just asking for her name. "Eulalia.""Eulalia... Eulalia... Eulalia..."Vincent's voice was deep and magnetic, like a cello playing a haunting melody. It made her heart race.Eulalia cursed herself for being so easily swayed by a stranger's voic
This outcome was even more unbelievable than when she was initially diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer.Eulalia flipped through the medical report in her hands. Just three sheets of paper, but she had gone through them countless times. The room was filled with the rustling sound of paper.The doctor sitting in front of her was inputting results into the computer. Seeing her still staring at the report, he patiently asked, "Ms. Clearwater, do you have any questions?"Eulalia shook her head, her lips moving slightly. "This can't be... How could I possibly be pregnant?""Your progesterone levels are a bit low. Did you have any signs of a miscarriage recently?""I thought my period had just started."The doctor couldn't help but furrow his brows at her words, sizing up Eulalia. "You've been married for four years and you can't differentiate between pregnancy and menstruation?"It's not that she didn't know; she had never even considered the possibility. Her periods were always irreg
Orian had arranged for a young female doctor for Eulalia, a 25-year-old named Sarah. With a doll-like face and her long, soft hair styled into a bun, she looked youthful and radiant. Her skin was so smooth it made you want to pinch it.Eulalia’s first impression of Sarah was that she was a cheerful, bubbly good girl. But after ten minutes of conversation, Sarah hadn’t cracked a single smile. She was surprisingly reserved.Upon learning about Eulalia’s pregnancy, Sarah said with a straight face, “Your body isn’t fit for pregnancy right now.”Eulalia looked at Orian, puzzled.“Looking at him won’t help. You know your body better than anyone. Whether it’s for the child or for you, you shouldn’t be pregnant. You should consider terminating it,” Sarah said, listing several reasons, more and clearer than Eulalia had thought of herself.“Don’t blame me for being blunt. I’m just stating the facts. It’s up to you.”Sarah was so straightforward it was almost scary.Both Orian and the previous d