That fearless figure seemed to have become one with the fire. As if shielded by armor, he bravely dashed through the flames toward Angeline.
Seeing that, Angeline felt relieved. She gradually closed her eyes, and before her consciousness ebbed away, she could hear a manâs anxious voice. âAngeline!â
When Angeline came to, all she saw were white walls surrounding her. She was in a quiet space with the only noise being the sound of dripping liquid.
Angeline groaned upon feeling a sharp pain in her waist while she tried moving her body.
âAngeline, youâre awake?â Nancy, who fell asleep at her bedside, was awakened by Angelineâs groan.
With a surprised look, she reached out to caress the other womanâs forehead, her voice laced with joy.
âThank goodness the fever finally subsided.â Nancy heaved a sigh of relief.
âWhatâs going on? I had a fever?â Angeline muttered in confusion, her voice hoarse from the dehydration.
Nancy was taken aback when she saw the puzzled look on Angelineâs face.
She held Angelineâs shoulders and shook her, trying to help her remember. âAngeline, please donât scare me. Did you forget that you were trapped in the fire? Can you remember being rescued by Mr.
Golding?â
Growing nauseous from Nancyâs movement, Angeline pushed the other woman away and sighed.
âCalm down. I wouldâve been a lot more flustered if I had lost my memory. Iâm just curious about why I had a fever.â
âYou scared me to death!â Nancy patted her chest and sat back down before she began peeling an apple.
âWhat do you think could have caused your fever? The doctor said you were traumatized after being trapped in the fire, resulting in a fever. Youâve been unconscious for the whole day.â
âWhat? That long?â exclaimed Angeline.
Iâve wasted so much time!
Angeline furrowed her brows. She asked solemnly, âHow are Evander and the child? Theyâre safe, right?â
Nancy stopped peeling the apple when she heard Angelineâs question. She then looked at Angeline grimly. âMr. Golding sustained an injury on his arm. He was hit by a falling wooden plank while carrying you and the child out of the fire.â
Upon hearing that, Angelineâs face turned pale immediately. She lifted the blanket and wanted to rush out of the ward. âHow did this happen? Tell me which ward he is in. I want to see him now.â
Nancy hurriedly grabbed her arm and stopped her from going anywhere. âCalm down. Look at yourself!
You should be resting in bed. Donât worry about Mr. Golding. His injury isnât serious, and itâs not life-
threatening.â
Angeline let out a sigh of relief. She could never forgive herself if anything terrible happened to Evander because of her.
âHowever, the child you saved doesnât seem to be in good condition.â Nancy did not elaborate further.
Taking in Nancyâs look of hesitation, Angeline began panicking again. Trying her best to calm her rapidly beating heart, she said, âWhat do you mean? Tell me.â
âThe childâs abusive parents should be sent to hell. The childâs skin is in poor condition, and his organs are damaged too. The doctor mentioned that you need to sign a notice of critical condition when the need arises.â
âNo. Iâm not signing it.â Despite already bracing herself for the worst, Angeline still felt her heart lurch when she heard the news.
âItâs all my fault. If only Iâd rescued him earlier, none of these would have happened,â Angeline muttered remorsefully.
I shouldnât have listened to Jonathan and chose to wait for the best opportunity to act. A personâs life is more important than anything else.
Noticing that the IV bag above her was empty, she bit her lip and removed the infusion tube attached to the back of her hand.
Subsequently, she endured the discomfort and was determined to get off the bed to see the child.
âCalm down, Angeline.â Knowing there was no way she could stop Angeline, Nancy sighed resignedly and accompanied her to the ICU.
The pair could only wait outside upon arrival, for the doctor was tending to the child in the ward.
Angeline looked through the doorâs glass panel and had a clear view of the childâs face.
The child had a pale complexion probably due to malnutrition, but he had sharp facial features, and there were various scars on his cheeks.
Heâs still so young and ignorant of the ways of the world. Why does he have to suffer such unfair cruelty?
With that thought in mind, Angeline frowned, and her heart wrenched.
Right then, the doctor walked out of the room. She hurriedly stumbled over and queried anxiously, âDoctor, how is the childâs condition?â
âThe childâs external wounds are not an issue. Whatâs tricky is the cleansing of his internal organs. After the initial examination, we found some sticky substance in his stomach, and we suspect itâs super glue.â
At this point, the doctor could not help but sigh. âWhat a poor child. I canât imagine the trauma and fear that he experienced.â
Angelineâs body was already frail. Unable to bear the bad news, she began coughing non-stop and felt lightheaded.
As she staggered, Nancy hurriedly supported her and said anxiously, âHang in there, Angeline.â
âDonât worry too much. Weâll do our best to treat the child. Thereâs still a huge possibility that he will regain consciousness.â The doctor remained hopeful.
Angeline looked at the doctor pleadingly. âIâll be leaving the child in your care then. Please, you must save him at all costs. Give him the best treatment. I can pay for it.â
âDonât worry, Ms. Sorelle.â
The doctor patted her shoulder assuringly and reminded her before he left, âThe child was filthy when he was brought in. To prevent his wounds from being infected, remember to keep him clean.â
âOkay, Iâll take note.â
As Angeline watched the doctor leave, the look in her eyes turned grim as she said resentfully, âNancy, get me a lawyer. Iâm going to sue that couple and see that they get the harshest punishment they deserve!â
Since that drunkard of a father was cruel enough to beat the child up and even force glue into his mouth, that means heâs not the childâs biological father. If thatâs the case, Iâll make him pay the price for what he has done!
âOkay, I know a good lawyer. Iâll call him right now,â Nancy replied and left the room first.
Although Angeline was not feeling well, she didnât have the heart to return to her ward and rest.
Instead, she borrowed a sterilized plastic wash basin and towel from a nurse and went to get hot water.
With the wash basin in her hands, she pushed open the door to the ICU ward and walked to the childâs bed.
That was the first time she saw the child up close. His eyes were tightly shut, and he looked adorable while asleep.
A glint of tenderness flashed across Angelineâs eyes. She wrung the wet towel and gently wiped off the blood stains on the childâs face.
All the while, a pucker remained between the childâs brows, and it didnât disappear no matter how many times Angeline tried to smooth it out. He seemed so insecure and fearful even in his sleep.
That wasnât his fault. To suffer such inhumane abuse at the tender age of five, any child would have reacted the same way. Angeline couldnât imagine how desperate he had been.
Now, he could finally have a new lease on life after being rescued. Angeline decided that she would bear full responsibility for this child regardless of whether they were blood-related or not.
âYou look like a loving and caring mother now.â