Chapter 227
The Remorseful Brothers
Chapter 227 Madeline Burely slept the entire night, formented by the fever and cold.
While she bail always been frail back with the Larson family, she seldom got sick. Hat this tinor, the illness came on fast and fierce.
Harper hall looked after Madeline throughout the night. When she saw Madeline finally manage to fall asleep in the morning, she couldnât bear to She thought. Watching the sunrise can wait. I donât want to push Maddie any further Maddelose, curling up under the blanket, clutched the rosary beats on her wrist, her warm breath lightly misting over them.
Harper wanted to wipe her hands and erukdnât pry them open, so she gave up.
Genly feeling Madelineâs forehead, she murmured, âAt least the feverâs gone. If it had messed up Maddieâs brain, Iâd be guilty for life.â
She then went out to pour the hot water and found a man standing under the caves with his back to her.
Dressed in simple linen clothes, he looked tall and thin, as if the wind might carry him away. He exuded an air of ethereal grace.
âGood morning,â Noah greeted Harper. âHas Ms. Larsonâs fever gone down?â
Harper was momentarily taken aback, then looked at Noals, and replied, âYes, her feverâs broken, but sheâs still not in great shape. Sheâll need some The restâ
Noah glanced at the man beside him. âMr. Bermett...
âShe does need to recuperate Aiden said. âItâs col cold up here on the mountain. Noah, later, bring them a new blanketâ
Harper was drawn to the enchanting voice and couldnât resist poking her head to peek at the man speaking. All she caught was a glimpse of his sharp, handsome profile.
side, with long rosary beads wrapped twice around his wrist and disappearing into his wide His posture was dignified, and his hand bung at his si sleeve.
Behind him, the mistâshrouded chapel stood framed by the pale blueâgreen of the mountain, the scene one of unearthly beauty.
After speaking, Aiden turned and walked away with long strides.
Harper couldnât help but watch his retreating figure. His thin frame didnât appear weak; his large, steady steps exuded calm confidence, and the hem of his clothes swayed lightly with each step.
She exclaimed in surprise. âThatâs the priest I saw yesterday..â
Noah, young and quick on his feet, soon returned with a new blanket.
He was short, and with the thick blanket bundled in his arms, he looked both chimsy and adorable.
Madeline, cold in her sleep, felt the heavy blanket being placed over her.
Opening her eyes, she mumbled, still disoriented, âHarper, where did you get this blanket? What time is it? 5 Shouldnât we go see the sunrisel âWe are not goingâ Harper replied, shaking her head. âRight now, your health is the priority. Honey, if you donât get better soon, your brothers will surely give me a hard timeâ
Tucking the blanket around Madeline, she continued, âItâs really too cold here. I think itâs best you stay put and recuperate. Youâre not in any condition to leave. After all, even if we take the cable car, weâd still have to walk a bit to get there. And after the cable car, thereâs another stretch to the main road, then half an hour by bus to the nearest town,â
She shook her head and I concluded, âYouâre really not up for that kind of journey Madeline snuggled deeper into the blanket âOkay...â
your stay, so just relax and recover. And since your feverâs Noah poked his head in and said, âMs. Larson, donât worry. Mr. Bennett already paid for your gone, youâll probably be back to normal in a few days.â
Madeline asked in surprise, âMr. Bennent? Why would he pay for met I already troubled him yesterday.â
âNo problem. As I said, you have a connection with Christianity. Noah grinned. âMr. Bennett is busy today, giving a sermon. You just rest sp. If he has cline tonight, he might come by with some medicine.â
11:35 AM c d Chapter 227 Madeline qusly responded, âPlease thank him for me.
Noah scratched his head. âWill do! Now, Iâve got to go sweep the floors.â Then he skipped away.
Harper sit by the bed and said. âMr. Bennett is the priest I saw yesterday. My goodness, not only is he handsome, but heâs got such a kind heart, too. I would be a huge waste if he didnât return to secular lifeâ
Madeline couldnât help but shake her head. âHe can still do a lot of good here. Not everyone is interested in chasing fame and fortune.â
Feeling tired, she added. âNo more talking. I need to sleep.
Wait, since youâre awake now, Iâll get you some hot oatmeal, Harper said, checking her phone. âThe cafeteria might be crowded at this hour. You Take a nap, and 111 wake you when I get back with the food.â
Madeline nodded. Thanks for all your trouble.â
âHey, Iâm the one who dragged you up here. Otherwise, you wouldnât be ill. Iâll take good care of you, Harper chuckled, touching Madelineâs cheek. Madeline heard the footsteps fade away and closed her eyes, slipping into a drowsy hare.
She vaguely heard the door creak open, followed by soft footsteps approaching her bed.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes just a bit. She saw long rosary beads, a wide sleeve, a steaming bowl, and a bunch of plum blossoms Someone lightly touched her forehead, their movements slow and gentle.
Madeline, feeling incredibly drowsy, couldnât tell if she was dreaming or awake.
Thinking it was just a dream, she paid no mind and slipped back into sleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Harper, holding a bowl of hot oatmeal, shook her awake. âMaddie, wake up. The place is packed today.
Looks like itâs SAT season. A lot of parents have brought their kids here to pray for good luck. Honestly, these parents are really thoughtful Once exam prep kicks in, the kids wonât have time to come hereâ
As Harper spoonâfed the hot oatmeal to Madeline, she noticed the medicine and a bamboo vase with a large bunch of plum blossoms on the bedside table. âDid Noah bring these over! He is really enthusiastic and sweet, isnât he?â
Madeline glanced at the table. The plum blossoms were beautiful, freshly picked, their delicate pink and red hues blending together perfectly Just looking at them lifted her spirits She reached out to touch the petals. âThese plum blossoms from the mountain are so pretty Her thoughts drifted to the plum blossoms she had seen the previous night outside Aidenâs window. Smiling weakly, she said, âSeems like there are a lot of plum trees here.â
âNot really though. From yesterday to today. Iâve only seen this bunch, Harper said, rubbing her chin. âWith the chapel being warmer, the blossoms have long since fallen. Itâs already late March or early April, plum season is over.
Madeline thought about it and realized it made sense.