Chapter 1815
When Kenia spotted the situation unfolding, terror drained the color from her weathered features.
“Sarai, blood is seeping through your wound! You cannot move another inch.” Belinda’s hand shot toward the bedside call button, her finger jabbing it with urgent precision.
Within moments, the doctor burst through the doorway with nurses trailing close behind, their footsteps echoing as they rushed to examine Sarai’s reopened wound.
Through the whirlwind of antiseptic scents and hurried whispers, they managed to seal her reopened injury once more. The doctor’s stern gaze fixed upon Sarai with unmistakable disapproval.
“Control your emotional outbursts from this point forward. Should this wound tear open repeatedly, infection will claim you, and the consequences will be fatal.”
Sarai’s head bobbed weakly.
“Yes, I understand completely. Thank you, doctor.”
Following this dramatic episode, her complexion was pale, as though all the life had left her.
After the medical team retreated from the room, Sarai’s remorseful gaze found both Belinda and Kenia.
“Kenia, Belinda, forgive me for causing such alarm. This is all my fault…” She began blaming herself again.
Her fragile expression of remorse and weakness, coupled with her ghostly pallor, would stir something within any observer. Kenia’s brow creased deeply as she attempted to offer solace.
“Please, allow tranquility to embrace you and seek the rest your body craves. Your sole priority remains recovery. Release all other concerns from your mind.”
Sarai’s eyes drifted toward Belinda, words hovering unspoken on her lips.
When Belinda looked at Sarai’s vulnerable state, her heart remained unmoved.
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She stood there, her emerald eyes gazing down at Sarai while her crimson lips curved upward slightly, and her voice carried unshakeable composure.
“Sarai, despite everything that has transpired, resentment still courses through my veins, and I am unable to forgive you.”
These words struck Sarai like a physical blow, causing her teeth to sink into her lower lip while tears gathered along her lashes.
Kenia’s face immediately reflected traces of concern, her mind racing with fears that Sarai’s emotional turmoil might cause her wound to open once again.
This terrifying possibility prompted her to pivot toward Belinda.
“Belinda—”
Before Kenia could finish speaking, Belinda’s raised hand silenced her.
“Grandma, let me finish.” Kenia’s words died instantly on her lips.
Belinda’s unwavering stare remained locked upon Sarai as she continued, “Nevertheless, you risked everything to rescue my grandmother and Margie, and such heroism demands my acknowledgment. As my expression of gratitude, I grant you permission to stay in Owathe, and nothing more extends beyond this gesture.”
When Sarai heard Belinda’s unexpected declaration, her eyes stretched wide with pure astonishment as she stared at Belinda.
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