Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 278: What Young Master Sterling Asked Me to Bring
Seraphina didn’t know what had happened, she just silently endured the pain until her mouth was forced open to be fed a few unknown pills, thinking they were increasing the dosage again.
The result was unexpected; the pain, which she thought would intensify, gradually reduced instead.
Seraphina raised her head in confusion, looking at Nathan standing in front of her, his eyes red, on the verge of tears.
A grown man actually had the audacity to shed tears.
Miles stood aside, threw a glance at his subordinate.
The subordinate received the signal and quickly loosened the chains restraining Seraphina a bit to give her more freedom of movement.
However, Seraphina no longer had any strength, and as the chain lengthened, she lost something to support her weight.
So as soon as the chain was loosened, Seraphina immediately collapsed to the ground, her lips hitting the cold floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking frightening.
The fall was so harsh that even Miles raised his hand as she tumbled down, though it had no effect in aiding her.
Nathan dashed over recklessly, crouched by her side, brushed away the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead, and unwrapped a candy, offering it to Seraphina’s lips, "Miss, have some candy."
Young Master Sterling had mentioned that the Miss loved candy.
Lying on the floor, Seraphina tasted the thick rust of iron in her mouth as someone fed her candy.
Yet she couldn’t taste any sweetness.
After all, it was something she loved, which cleared her mind a bit more than before.
She tried to sit up, at least not to appear so wretched in front of them.
But it was in vain; her hands no longer had any strength.
Even if she managed to lift a little, she would fall heavily back down shortly after.
"Miss."
Nathan remained crouched, his legs numb, yet he refused to move, saying with a pained voice, "Miss, look who I brought along?"
Seraphina glanced in the direction Nathan pointed, seeing a short-legged white cat standing not far off.
It stood there, with wide eyes gazing doubtfully at the person before it, almost as if it didn’t recognize her.
"Lulu! Come here!" Nathan beckoned it.
Lulu obediently trotted over, walking around Seraphina, occasionally nudging her with its short, furry legs.
After a while, as if recognizing Seraphina, Lulu became visibly happier, rubbing its fluffy head against her body.
Precisely on her left shoulder, the pain was nearly making Seraphina faint.
"Lulu! Come back!" Nathan quickly picked up Lulu.
But Lulu seemed dissatisfied with Nathan’s action, whining and struggling desperately to escape and return to Seraphina.
Seeing Lulu’s behavior, Seraphina smiled softly and waved at it.
Upon seeing this, Nathan let go, and Lulu, regaining freedom, immediately rushed into Seraphina’s embrace, seeking closeness.
Seraphina endured the pain, struggling greatly to raise her hand to stroke Lulu’s fluffy head, and immediately it was stained with red blood.
Marring its appearance.
Seraphina hurriedly withdrew her hand, somewhat at a loss.
"So you’re still planning not to come clean?" Miles approached her, looking down.
Seraphina ignored him, concerned only with the kitten in her arms.
"Honestly, I truly hate Jonathan now. If I had dealt with him sooner, you wouldn’t have gone to Veridian Isle and might still be working for me now."
Miles lamented, truly admiring Seraphina.
No one else in The Directorate could withstand the torment of four pills, yet she bore it from beginning to end without uttering a sound.
Nathan took out his handkerchief, intending to wipe clean the dirt on Seraphina’s face.
Seraphina turned her head, avoiding his touch entirely.
Nathan’s hand stalled in mid-air, one leg kneeling, speaking bitterly, "Young Master said to bring the candy and Lulu for you, saying you liked them."
"Additionally, Young Master also mentioned wanting to have a phone call with you."
"..."
Seraphina’s hand paused for a moment.
"If I were you, I’d say something on the phone to make Ethan lose hope," Miles advised from the side, "He can’t come back no matter what, let alone save you. But if you make him give up, even if he returns home later, he won’t be too heartbroken, and we could suffer a little less."
"I’d rather suffer more!" Nathan shouted at Miles, constantly being tormented by guilt recently.
Even if Ethan wanted him dead, he could accept it, exchanging a life for a life was something he could bear.
"Aren’t you worried that Ethan will tear into me for his sake, then join other countries’ Presidents and consortia to pressure me into leaving The Presidential Palace?"
Miles firmly believed Ethan had that ability. If it came to that, wouldn’t Country Z become chaotic?
"That’s what you deserve!"
What a joke, killing Young Master’s most cherished woman and still expecting a pleasant demeanor from him? Dreaming in broad daylight.
He turned to Seraphina, "Miss, here’s Young Master’s call, will you take it?"
So that’s why they gave her painkillers, saved by Ethan once again.
She nodded with some difficulty.
Nathan dialed Ethan’s number. The call was immediately answered without delay.
Nathan intended to hand the phone to Seraphina, but seeing her struggling just to raise a finger, he held it next to her ear, supporting it for her.
Half-lying, half-sitting on the floor, Seraphina breathed lightly.
Not sure if it was due to the medication’s impact on her hearing, the phone was silent.
Clutching Lulu, Seraphina thought the call had been disconnected and was about to check when she heard a familiar voice.
A weary, deep voice emerged, "Seraphina."
—Seraphina, come. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
—Seraphina, confess your feelings to me quickly.
—Seraphina, between us, there’s only life and death entanglement, no amicable parting.
—Seraphina, I want to give you all my warmth.
That single call of "Seraphina" conjured countless memories of Ethan in her mind.
Memories surged like tides, overwhelming her, leaving her stunned while she finally responded, "Mm."
Miles watched her in shock.
She had just endured the agony of YJ520, moments ago unable to utter a sound, yet now she not only spoke but her voice showed no trace of the inhumane torment she had suffered.
Her resilience was incredible. If one day she truly matured, it would be unimaginable.
