Starting with A Divorce

Chapter 689 Nightmares and Reality

Ainsley looked at the endless darkness from the window and murmured, “Are we not going to save Georgia? Human life is nothing to Daniel.”

Ainsley didn’t know exactly Georgia’s current situation, but it was surely tough.

Aaden scolded and beat her for any reason, let alone Daniel.

“If you want to save Georgia, you must plan thoroughly for entering Daniel’s villa, approaching Georgia under Daniel’s nose, and taking her out safely. Have you thought it through?” Matteo said.

Ainsley lowered her eyes, “HI come up with a thorough plan.”

The next morning, Ainsley got up early.

“Ms. Easton, why are you up so early today?” the housekeeper just put down her handbag and saw Ainsley walking downstairs slowly with her hair in a bun.

Ainsley glanced at her listlessly and couldn’t help but yawn. “I’m hungry,” she said, and her voice sounded very sleepy and soft.

The housekeeper hurried to the kitchen, “Did you not eat enough yesterday? Let me cook something simple to fill your stomach first.”

Ainsley walked down the last step and blinked, making herself a little more awake.

Hearing what the housekeeper said, she shook her head, “You don’t need to cook today, go back and rest.”

The housekeeper was stunned and a little unsure, “Are you going to…”

“Yes,” Ainsley seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say. She nodded and continued, “I’ll cook by myself today.”

The housekeeper was a little puzzled.

It’s not a special day today.

But since the host had said so, she naturally couldn’t stay here. Besides, her salary was paid on a monthly basis, which meant that today was a paid leave.

Ainsley hadn’t cooked for a long time.

Fortunately, her culinary skill was still good. When the rib soup was ready, the aroma was overwhelming once the lid of the pot was lifted.

Ainsley learned to cook the pork rib soup from Roman, and she had cooked it for Serina before. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

At that time, Serina drank two large bowls in one gulp.

Ainsley brought the thermos cup to the VIP ward of the hospital.

Miles was sitting at the door with his head in his hands. From afar, he looked like a helpless and pitiful child that have nothing to depend on.

Ainsley stopped and considered for a while before walking over.

Perhaps Miles was so tired that he did not hear the approaching footsteps.

It wasn’t until he was tapped on the shoulder that he raised his head in a trance.

With just a glance, Ainsley could tell that Miles came to a breakdown.

The man who used to be gentle and elegant was now haggard.

“You’re here,” croaked Miles.

Ainsley nodded and walked a few steps to the glass window. Looking at Serina who was sedated and sleeping, Ainsley’s eyes were full of worry.

Lowering her gaze, Ainsley turned around to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob, “You’re not the only one around Serina, Miles. She will be more upset if you are worn out.”

Ainsley wanted Miles to have a rest.

However, Miles stood up and said firmly, “Go in and see her. I want to have a cigarette.”

Ainsley stood still. She watched him walk slowly into the elevator and drew back her sight.

Entering the ward, she placed the thermos on the table, moved a bench over and sat down by the bed.

She quietly looked at Serina for a while, who was asleep and frowning tightly.

Ainsley raised her hand and smoothed Serina’s eyebrows and began to share some interesting things with her.

She knew that Serina couldn’t hear now, but she still wanted to light a lamp in Serina’s dreams.

The sky had darkened unconsciously.

The moon hung high in the sky, speaking of the silence of the night.

Miles did not come back yet. He called Ainsley just now and said that he was going to deal with some other affairs and would come back later.

He felt assured to have Ainsley with Serina.

At around eleven o’clock, Ainsley couldn’t hold on and fell asleep on the side of the bed.

At the same time, Serina was having a nightmare where Ainsley was hacked to death in chaos.

Fear overwhelmed her heart completely.

She sat up abruptly. Struggled out of the nightmare in a cold sweat, her face was pale and was already wet with tears.

She looked around in horror. When she caught sight of Ainsley sleeping soundly by the bed, the scenes in the nightmare like an endless vine once again swept over her.

A strong feeling of nausea welled up in her stomach. She raised her hand, which was all pricked by the needle, to cover her mouth tightly, got out of bed from the other side, and dashed towards the door.

Disgust, self-loathing, and despair were so overwhelming that she could not breathe. Even the breath was like the smell of blood and rust.

Serina leaned against the wall and stumbled to the bathroom. When she saw herself, an insane woman with scarlet eyes in the mirror, she immediately pounced on the side of the toilet and could not stop throwing up.

When all that was left to vomit was stomach acid, she finally let herself collapse onto the floor.

Tears kept running down. But soon, she started to laugh.

Suddenly, Serina raised her hand and slapped herself hard on the face.

The loud and harsh slapping sound echoed several times in this empty bathroom.

After both sides of her face were slightly swollen, she stopped and slowly stood up by leaning against the wall.

She had regained her composure as if nothing had happened.

Walking along the corridor to the medical staff’s office, Serina raised her hand and knocked at the door.

The nurse on duty opened the door and when she saw Serina she was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she could do for her.

Serina just stared at her blankly and didn’t say anything.

The nurse knew Serina. She asked, “Ms. Gage, how can I help you? Do you feel unwell?”

Serina shook her head and pointed at the knife on the fruit. She wanted the knife