Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 611

Though angry when they met at West Ridge, Charlie was still thinking about Zachary's money. He wanted to take the medicine and catch up, but the pharmacist haven’t called out his name yet.

In the hospital corridor, Sarah hurried away, desperate to avoid Zachary.

But why was Zachary with Charlie? That guy was always hanging out in gambling dens.

Why was Zachary even in West Ridge?

When Charlie had called her name earlier, Sarah had jumped.

There were no footsteps behind her now, so she leaned against the wall, catching her breath. She held her chest, her heart pounding.

"What's wrong?" Zachary asked.

Sarah's pupils dilated in shock. He had caught up to her. She couldn’t look at him. "I’m fine," she said softly.

"Sasa, you’re pale. You should lie back down on your bed," he insisted.

Sarah took a few steps to the side. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reynolds. I’ll head back now."

"Sasa, I…" His words trailed off, but Sarah was already walking away.

After her fever broke and she picked up some more medicine, Sarah left. Mr. Lambert had come to pick her up.

As she was about to leave, the nurse handed her a hot water bottle.

The night was dark and heavy. Lying in bed, Sarah still felt intermittent pain in her abdomen. The nurse’s hot water bottle was filled with hot water and placed on her stomach before she went to sleep, but the pain wouldn’t go away.

Cold sweat had gathered on her forehead, despite the chilly weather. The pain made her sweat.

Things took a turn after she fell asleep. The wind picked up, howling through the village, shaking the large trees.

This wind was nothing like the one last night; tonight’s wind was strong enough to shake the trees at the village entrance.

The only thing keeping her warm was the hot water bottle she had brought back from the hospital.

The wind and rain pounded against the window, and after a sharp, forceful sound, the window was pushed open slightly, only to slam shut again with a loud bang, the glass nearly shattering.

Sarah was scared the glass would actually break, so she quickly got up and found something to wedge against it, making sure it wouldn't open again.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she wearily wiped her forehead, but then a drop of water from the ceiling splashed onto her face.

It was cold.

Why? Hadn’t Charlie already fixed the roof? Why was it still leaking?

And this time, the leak was worse than yesterday. Before long, the rainwater was streaming onto Sarah’s bed. She dragged her exhausted body to grab a basin from the door, but it couldn’t hold the water.

Yesterday’s rain had been just small droplets, but today… it was like this?