Chapter 42 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• They didn’t know how long it had been, but it felt like a century had passed when the door was suddenly pushed open, and Ayden rushed in, President Hartley Following him was Dr Dawson “Check on Cornelia first Marcus’s voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been scorched Di Dawson hurriedly took out two pills from her medical kit, “Take these first.”
• Dr. Dawson was Marcus’s personal doctor and her medical kit was stocked with various precious medicines. She also carried the antidote for this kind of sedative, just in case Marcus was ever framed. Then, she walked over to Cornelia and was shocked by the numerous scratches on her body. “Cornelia, how could you do this to yourself?” Dr. Dawson, you’re finally here” Cornelia said with a smile before passing out in Dr. Dawson’s arms. They didn’t know she could only regain a little sanity through self–harm to prevent herself from falling into an abyss again. Cornelia had a long nightmare in which she was tied to a stake and roasted while people around her pointed and mocked her, calling her cheap and shameless. “I’m not like that!” she roared and screamed, but no one paid her any attention. In the blink of an eye, the stake turned into a cliff Familiar faces threw stones at her, yelling. “You slut, go to hell!” Cornelia dodged the stones and slipped, falling once again into the abyss in her dream.
• “Cornelia, wake up, you’re having a nightmare Amidst the insults, a gentle female voice called her name. The unfamiliar yet gentle voice woke Cornelia from her nightmare. Startled, she mumbled, “Mom?” Dr. Dawson stroked her head, saying softly. “Silly girl, if you miss your mom, just take a break and go home. Don’t suppress your feelings.” “Dr. Dawson, it’s you” Cornelia immediately put on a standard smile, not wanting to mention her dream or her mother. Since Cornelia didn’t want to talk about it, Dr. Dawson didn’t ask further. She took a potion from her medical kit, “You haven’t eaten in a day, drink this first. Cornelia only remembered being locked in a small room with Marcus, then everything went blank, “Have I been asleep this long?” Dr. Dawson watched her drink the glucose, then rubbed her head again, “Yes, how do you feel now?” “Probably just weak from not eating, but everything else is fine.” Cornelia thought of Marcus, “What about President Hartley? Is he okay?”