A Divorce After My Rebirth

Chapter 889 She's Sick, He's Worried Nancy truly appreciated Bianca.

She had considered leaving her husband before but couldn't afford the separation costs, Now that Bianca said she would help, she was happy but also worried about her husband's retaliation against Bianca. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bianca could tell what she was thinking.

‘Don't worry, I'll apply for a restraining order against him until your case is resolved, okay?" “Is that possible?" I "Of course!" Bianca nodded.

When Nancy heard that Bianca could apply for protection, she felt somewhat relieved. She had dreamed of leaving her husband. He was the beginning of her life's nightmare, and she was desperate to wake up.

Now, the opportunity had finally come! After struggling inwardly for a few moments,

Nancy nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Sanders." "Do you have family?" Bianca asked Nancy.

Considering that Nancy was still living with her husband, Bianca was really worried that something might happen to her due to his violence.

Nancy shook her head. "I grew up in an orphanage." Bianca felt a pang of pity hearing about her unfortunate background.

"I see." Bianca sighed, not knowing what else to say. She wasn't good at comforting others, except for Natalie! "Rest assured, I'll resolve this as soon as possible." "Alright, thank you, Ms. Sanders," Nancy said, not knowing how to express her gratitude to Bianca.

Seeing Nancy's current situation, Bianca secretly decided to expedite the matter. After chatting with Nancy for a while, Bianca

learned a lot about her marriage. It wasn't until noon, after Nancy gave Bianca medicine again, that she left.

However, the medicine didn't work as well as expected. Bianca's body was too weak, so the medication had no effect on her.

After Nancy left, Bianca lay on the sofa by the fireplace, feeling drowsy.

Although the roofs of Snow Peak Manor were covered in snow, the servants had meticulously cleaned the courtyard, and the greenery of the cedar trees could still be seen.

Malcolm had been up since early morning, and his daily routine had become more regular since leaving Simeria's troubles behind.

When Horatio entered the room, Malcolm asked, "Did they fix her window last night?" It was so cold. If there were drafts in the house, it would be freezing.

Horatio hesitated at his question. In their

I world, Malcolm was seen as cold-blooded and ruthless, even bloodthirsty and ferocious How could such a man care about someone? Yet he specifically instructed Horatio to have the window fixed last night. This indicated that the former seventh lady was definitely important to him.

But with Zane also here, Horatio couldn't help but worry! I "Horatio!" Seeing Horatio silent, Malcolm's tone grew heavier at this moment, and Horatio instantly I snapped out of it. I "Yes, sir. We fixed it," Horatio quickly replied.

Who dared to do a task half-heartedly when specifically instructed by Malcolm? I Without waiting for Malcolm to speak, Horatio continued, "But Ms. Sanders might be sick.”

The atmosphere in the dining room quieted down for a moment. Malcolm looked at Horatio, who explained further, “Someone went to see her this morning. The woman went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and returned to Ms. Sanders place.” Why go back to Bianca's residence after buying medicine? Obviously, it was because Bianca was sick! Clack! Malcolm put down his utensils on the table, losing his appetite instantly amid the spread of food. He got up and walked briskly outside.

Horatio hurriedly followed, grabbing Malcolm's coat along the way.

After falling asleep, Bianca felt much better.

But her body felt weak, and she was extremely thirsty. However, she didn't have the strength to open her eyelids

That feeling of being sick was truly uncomfortable.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang, but Bianca didn't get up to answer it this time like she did in the morning.

Upon hearing the doorbell, she tried to force her eyelids open but couldn't muster any strength.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang again.

Bianca seemed trapped in a nightmare, struggling to wake up. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

After waiting for ten minutes outside the door and still not getting any response from Bianca, Malcolm looked through the window and saw her lying on the sofa inside.

He pressed the doorbell again, but still, there was no response Losing his patience, he told Horatio, who

followed him, "Break the door down!" What? Was he really going to force his way in? Horatio didn't dare to say anything and just nodded. "Yes, sir." Although Malcolm suspected Bianca was intentionally ignoring him, he was more concerned about her health.

Thinking about what Horatio said about buying medicine, Malcolm now felt that Bianca might be seriously ill.

Although Bianca's eyes were closed, it felt like she was in the midst of a challenging trial.

Despite the warmth of the fireplace, she was sweating profusely. Yet, even in this state, she couldn't feel any warmth and only felt the chilling cold more acutely.

After what felt like an eternity, the door was suddenly forced open with a bang.

Familiar footsteps approached her, quickly reaching her side. She felt a cool sensation on her forehead, followed by someone shaking her body.

"Bianca? Bianca, wake up!" Who was it? Why did her body feel so heavy? Bianca struggled to open her eyes, trying to see who was annoyingly shaking her shoulders. But she couldn't. The sensation of being half-awake and half-asleep infuriated her.

She was cold, and she was suddenly lifted out of the warm sofa. Instantly, the chilly wind enveloped her.

"Horatio, start the car!" Malcolm panicked when he touched Bianca's burning body, especially when she couldn't be roused. Horatio quickly went to start the car.

Fortunately, they had cleared the roads with a snowplow earlier, so getting to the hospital wouldn't be too difficult.

In the car, Malcolm looked at Bianca's flushed face, wondering when she had ever been like this before.

In his mind, this woman had always been defiant and opposed to him, like a little beast.

Therefore, seeing Bianca like this now, he felt an inexplicable anger rising within him.

"Faster!" "Yes, sir!" Horatio replied obediently, feeling even more alarmed.

Driving on icy roads was nerve-wracking enough, so how could he dare to drive any I faster? But pressured by Malcolm, Horatio dared not disobey and drove as fast as I possible.