I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 68

Felix reached out, giving her a quick, reassuring pat on the head before weaving through the crowd. In seconds, he disappeared from sight.

Nora retracted her gaze and turned toward the subway station when her phone started ringing.

The name on the screen made her pause. Why would Xander Harrison be calling her?

She hesitated for a second before answering. His deep, resonant voice traveled through the speaker. "Nora, where are you?"

She instinctively glanced around. "I just finished eating and was heading back to the Institute. Is everything alright, Mr. Harrison?"

A brief silence hung on the line. Then, Xander spoke. "Bonnie is sick. I'm caught up right now and can't take her to the hospital. Could you please take her for me?"

"Of course," Nora agreed instantly. "Send me the address."

The address Xander provided led her to an exclusive villa district on the east side of the city.

A housekeeper in her fifties opened the door, looking deeply distressed. The moment she saw Nora, she hurriedly ushered her upstairs.

Bonnie's bedroom was at the end of the second-floor hallway. The door was ajar, the room softly lit through sheer curtains, highlighting the pale pink bunny wallpaper.

Bonnie lay in bed, wrapped up like a tight burrito, with only her little face exposed. Her damp bangs stuck to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed crimson with fever.

A glass of water and a box of untouched fever-reducing medication sat on the nightstand.

Despite burning up, she stubbornly refused the medicine. The housekeeper had spent half an hour trying to coax her out, but Bonnie had simply retreated further beneath the blankets.

Nora walked over and gently called out, "Bonnie."

She reached out, gently rubbing Bonnie's back through the thick comforter.

Bonnie curled into a tighter ball, trembling—whether from the chills of the fever or sheer terror, Nora wasn't sure.

"Bonnie," Nora said softly, her voice carrying a deeply grounding warmth. "I'm right here. Don't be scared."

The blanket grew perfectly still. Nora sat patiently, willing to wait as long as it took.

After what felt like an eternity, the comforter slowly parted. Bonnie's tear-filled eyes peeked out through the gap, looking up at her with utmost vulnerability. She bit her lip nervously. "You won't leave?"

"I won't leave."