Wayne Bailey stood there with a stiff face, showing no expression.
Anna Jadwin's high fever was so severe that her temperature needed to be measured every half hour...
Every time Raphael Bailey looked at the thermometer, he felt his heart pounding with fear.
They applied a hot towel to her forehead and occasionally dabbed salt water on her lips.
The room's temperature was raised, like a giant steamer, and everyone was covered in sweat.
"Country Girl, wake up... Country Girl, wake up, Country Girl..."
Young Master's hoarse voice called out to her throughout the night.
As a result, it seemed like Anna Jadwin's ears were filled with the sound of his voice, filling her darkness as she drowned within it. The light of heaven opened before her, and she wanted to bathe in it and leave this place of suffering. Raphael Bailey's repeated calls for her sounded like vines wrapping around her feet.
