Chapter 1030
Chapter 1030:
If Elva hadn’t woken her, who knew how much longer she might have slept?
With a gleam of excitement in her eyes, Elva couldn’t contain herself. “I know! It must be the aromatherapy Miss Sylvia gave you p>
Scarlet wasn’t so sure. Something didn’t sit right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. What else could it be?
Lately, sleep had been a battle—a war she waged night after night, trying everything under the sun just to find rest.
Lost in thought, Scarlet sat motionless, her mind turning over the possibilities. Elva, sensing her contemplation, took a step back, her quiet presence respectful of the space.
“What time is it?” Scarlet’s voice broke the silence like a sudden gust of wind.
Elva snapped out of her reverie, glanced at the clock, and answered, “Six thirty p>
Six thirty?
A thought stirred in Scarlet’s mind. She looked at Elva and said, “Help me up p>
As the words left her mouth, her body instinctively attempted to rise on its own. To her surprise, she stood—unsupported, without a cane to aid her, no hand to steady her.
Elva also froze, utterly stunned.
Something was amiss. Scarlet had been barely able to move on her own recently, relying on her cane for any semblance of balance.
A cold shiver ran down Elva’s spine, her heart pounding with unease.
She glanced at Scarlet, anxiety creeping into her thoughts.
Could this be… a final surge of strength before the inevitable?
“Ms. Marshall, are you sure you’re alright?” Elva asked quickly, hurrying to her side, ready to catch her if she faltered.
Scarlet waved her off dismissively. “I’m fine. I think I can walk just fine on my own p>
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With that, she made her way downstairs, pushing open the door to step into the cool morning air.
The sun had not yet risen, and the world was still swathed in a soft, gray haze.
Concerned that Scarlet might lose her footing if she pushed herself too hard, Elva hurried after her, trying to keep pace.
As Scarlet reached the gate, her eyes caught sight of Yelena.
A smile tugged at Scarlet’s lips as she greeted the runner, “Good morning p>
Yelena came to a halt, a smile of her own stretching across her face. “Good morning p>
Elva’s gaze darkened slightly at the sight of Yelena, her displeasure almost palpable.
Was Yelena doing this on purpose? Coming by every morning, just to “accidentally” bump into Scarlet?
“Did you sleep well last night?” Yelena asked, her voice light and casual.
Before Scarlet could even form a response, Elva cut in, her voice sharp and guarded. “Why do you ask? Do you know something we don’t p>
Yelena blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. Was showing concern now forbidden? She had given Scarlet her medicine the day before, and it was natural for her to ask.
But Elva, too preoccupied, had forgotten all about that.
Scarlet, meanwhile, suddenly seemed to remember something. A flicker of clarity danced in her eyes, though they still seemed fogged with the remnants of sleep. She looked at Yelena, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. “Thank you p>
Yelena gave her a playful wink. “You’re welcome p>
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