Chapter 17

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• Violet's eyes opened to the sight of a bouquet of fresh, fragrant, and colorful roses set on the stool available for the visitors to sit. Her eyes flickered in confusion as she tried to sit up straight. She was propped up on her elbows, in the middle of pulling herself up when a gentle and warm voice rang in her ears.
• "Ah, you're awake, dear! I was cutting an apple for you." Violet turned her neck to the right and was filled with a sense of warmth to see Mrs. Styles sitting on the stool across from the bed next to her.