Chapter 429



Over time, Kallie’s condition improved markedly, and her demeanor toward Jake grew increasingly warm. Jake wasn’t surprised by this shift; after all, he had hurt her inadvertently before.

As for tracking Joanna down, Jake received no updates from his contacts. Life proceeded quietly. Yet, Jake sensed that calm would not last.

One morning, a servant rushed to find Jake. “Sir, there’s been an incident with Miss Nixon. Please, follow me!” Alarmed, Jake hurried over with the servant.

Arriving at Kallie’s room, Jake found it empty, with only the sound of running water from the bathroom. Confused, Jake glanced at the servant, awaiting an explanation. The servant’s voice carried a tinge of embarrassment.

“Miss Nixon insisted on showering alone today, though we usually assist her. I stayed nearby, just in case something happened. Then, I heard her scream.

She’s fallen, I believe, but she vehemently refused help. I didn’t dare to barge in, fearing it might provoke her somehow. Sophie’s too young to assist effectively. I had no choice but to turn to you.”

Jake’s gaze shifted to the steamed bathroom door, feeling a headache coming on. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.” He didn’t barge in; instead, he knocked respectfully on the door. “What’s wrong, Kallie? Did you slip? Please, can we have someone come in to check on you? Don’t worry; I’ll stay outside.”

Silence followed his words. Growing anxious, Jake knocked harder and called out, “Kallie, are you alright?”

Impelled by concern, Jake forcefully opened the door and entered. The bathtub had overflowed, creating a veil of mist through which he spotted Kallie collapsed on the floor. The sight of blood staining the tiles sent a sharp pang through his heart.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Jake draped a bath towel over her before attempting to lift her. Kallie resisted, her movements weak but determined as she pushed against him.

Jake’s voice was calm and soothing as he said, “Get off the floor first. The floor is cold, and we need to tend to your injury.” Her resistance ebbed slightly at his words. She finally relented, pushing his hand away as she stood on her own, albeit unsteadily.

Jake supported her out of the bathroom, quickly draping a towel over her shoulders. Kallie’s leg bore a frightful wound, though it was superficial.

Jake knelt to treat her, his actions gentle yet efficient. Kallie watched him silently, her expression unreadable. After a tense silence, she finally asked, “Have you been looking after me like this recently?”

Jake looked up, surprise etched on his features as he met her gaze. “Are you feeling better now?” he inquired softly.

Kallie nodded, turning her head away with a hint of embarrassment. “I must have fallen. It’s odd, but the fall seemed to clear my head. I’m sorry to bother you. I was too shocked just now.”

Jake continued his ministrations. “It’s no trouble at all. This is what I should do.”

She nodded again, and then sneezed suddenly.

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