Chapter 438

Chapter 438:

The onlookers were stunned, aware of how fiercely Wyatt had guarded the bag before.

Marc carefully extracted the wildroot panax from the bag and divided it into two equal portions.

He extended the split wildroot panax toward Joselyn, inviting her to select her share.

Joselyn eagerly took her half, her face alight with hope as she exited the wooden cabin. This ancient herb, fabled for its restorative powers, might be the key to saving her grandfather.

As she headed toward her cabin, the sound of footsteps from behind her made her pause.

Glancing back, she saw Marc trailing behind.

“You’re not changing your mind, are you? You may have found the wildroot panax, but I guided you there, so p>

“I can lend my medical skills to help your grandfather,” Marc interjected, sensing her growing suspicion.

Joselyn’s eyes sparkled with a warm smile, but her next words left Marc speechless. “No need. You can’t treat my grandfather’s illness p>

Marc, accustomed to being sought out for his expertise, was taken aback by the rejection.

J𝗈𝘪𝘯 𝘵h𝖾 с𝘰𝘮𝗆𝗎n𝗶𝘵у 𝗮𝘁

Frustration crept inside him until Joselyn explained, “It’s not a disease. My grandfather’s been poisoned p>

“Poisoned? Doesn’t your blood counteract all toxins?” Marc asked.

“My blood can only ease his symptoms, not eliminate the poison. This wildroot panax is my final hope p>

With that, Joselyn continued toward her cabin.

Since arriving, Amelia had remained glued to Wyatt’s side, unmoved by Gabby’s and Carlee’s attempts to coax her away.

Resigned, Gabby and Carlee let her stay, comforted by the proximity of the cabins, which allowed them to hear any commotion from Amelia’s.

In the dead of night, Wyatt stirred awake.

His eyes first landed on a face that had just appeared in his dream.

Seeing Amelia, he thought he was still dreaming until his fingers brushed her cheek, feeling her warmth, confirming reality.

The cabin’s bed was narrow, forcing Amelia to sleep perched by its edge. She was concerned for Wyatt, and her sleep was light; his touch roused her instantly.

Her face lit up with relief when she saw him awake. “You’re awake! I’ll go fetch Marc p>

She rose to leave, but her legs, numb from hours of stillness, buckled beneath her.

As she stumbled, Wyatt, alarmed, sat up swiftly, catching her as they both tumbled onto the bed.

“Are you alright?” they asked in unison.

After Wyatt helped Amelia sit up, his voice softened with worry. “What are you doing here p>

His tone was filled with concern.

Unaware that Amelia had come on her own, he assumed Marc had informed her.

So, when Marc entered, drawn by the noise, he found Wyatt glaring at him accusingly.

Understanding the situation, Marc clarified, “Your wife came here on her own accord. I had no part in it p>

Wyatt’s gaze shifted to Amelia after he heard that.

Under his intense stare, Amelia fidgeted, recounting a vivid dream of hers.

By the end, overcome with emotion, she wrapped her arms around Wyatt. “I’m so sorry. If I had considered reducing the number of fetuses, you wouldn’t have p>

“Don’t say that,” Wyatt interjected, gently pressing a finger to her lips. “The unborn babies inside you are ours. It’s my duty as their father to protect them p>

His earnest words soothed Amelia’s heart.

Marc watched them, and his thoughts drifted to Joselyn. Her earlier words echoed in his mind, and he wondered if he agreed to be with her, would their relationship mirror the bond between Wyatt and Amelia?

Once the couple parted, Marc approached to check Wyatt’s condition.

Amelia watched intently, and the moment he finished, she asked, “How is he p>

“No critical issues, but he’ll need several days of proper rest,” Marc replied.

“Then we’ll stay here for a few days,” Amelia said, glancing at Wyatt.

Wyatt nodded gently. “Whatever you want p>

With Wyatt’s condition stable, the group outside breathed a collective sigh of relief.

After Marc left, Wyatt scooted over, patting the bed for Amelia to join him.

She hesitated, eyeing the cramped space. “This bed is too small. If I lie down, you won’t rest properly p>

“If you don’t join me, I won’t rest at all,” Wyatt said. “Come on. I’ll have Barrie find another bed tomorrow p>

At his persistence, Amelia relented, settling beside him.

As she tried to shift away, Wyatt pulled her close, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

“Let go, or I might p>

Before she could finish, Wyatt cupped her chin gently and kissed her, silencing her protest.