Chapter 251
“Yes,” Dorian replied immediately, his expression turning serious. He nodded repeatedly before turning to walk out.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned the other bodyguards, and the group
e group marched out in unison.
Odalys quickly followed suit, while Percival took long strides toward the house. Noticing she was falling behind, he instinctively slowed his pace.
Oner Odalys caught up, they entered the living room together. The servants had already set the table, nearly covering the entire dining room with a spread of home–cooked dishes–cach one a favorite of Odalys’s, with many dishes she particularly loved.
Dorian knows you’re a foodie, so he learned how to make a few dishes for you. You should try them,” Percival said, his voice low.
He casually unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, exposing a portion of his wrist.
Odalys washed her hands and, as she approached the table, saw all her favorite dishes laid out before her. Despite not feeling hungry earlier, her Momach grumbled loudly.
She glanced at the spread and couldn’t help but name each dish, noting a few unfamiliar ones as well.
When the soup was served, Percival took a bowl, filled it, and handed it to her, arranging her fork beside it.
“Have some soup first,” he suggested.
Odalys took a small sip. The rich, savory broth warmed her stomach, and her appetite seemed to wake up immediately.
This bone soup r
made from medicinal herbs.. it’s really good,” she murmured.
Percival, still holding the fork, began serving hire more food. Odalys, without hesitation, picked out dishes she liked, only to realize they were all i favorites, leaving her struggling to decide what to eat first.
“Slow down. If you want more, we can have him make it again tomorrow,” Percival chuckled, his voice soft but filled with affection.
Though she ate quickly, Odalys’s movements remained graceful, and her delicate mannerisms made her look all the more charming to him. Percival couldn’t help but smile as he watched her.
He finished eating first, sitting back as he occasionally served her more food.
The servants stood nearby, exchanging glances and quietly smiling as they took pictures and videos to send to Evander.
Odalys, feeling full finally paused
“If I keep eating like this, I’m going to lose my waistline, she joked.
Percival handed her a warm towel. As she wiped her hands, he laughed softly and said, “You’re so thin, there’s no need to worry about your waistline, Health is more important.”
“You’re right,” Odalys smiled, feeling a bit like a child being pampered by him. But she didn’t call him out on it.
“It’s griting late, I’m going to head back to my room, Percival said, his voice low and strained. He clenched his fist and forced his body to stay ©composed
He knew that if he didn’t get to his room soon, his body wouldn’t hold up much longer.
A wave of nausea rolled in and he barely suppressed the urge to vomit blood. With his expression darkened, he stood abruptly, his movements faltering and nearly stumbled as he made his way upstairs.
Once inside his r
room, he slammed the door shut behind him.
He coughed out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling as he leaned on the desk for support. After a moment, he wiped his lips and slowly unbartoned his shirt.
The sight of his powerful, muscular body was a stark contrast to the faint blue veins popping from his skin.
They seemed ready to burst, as if his body was rebelling against the poison.
her
His eyes closed, and a small, bitter laugh escaped his lips. It had been almost two weeks since he last felt the pain of the poison, and in his haze, he had almost forgotten how close he was to death.
Chapter 251
Percival ler out a hoarse laugh, his voice laced with a trace of bitterness.
his body
Lifting a hand, he wiped the blood off his lips with a single motion, then turned the faucet on, letting the water cascade over him. But his b refusing to obey him, slammed with a loud thud into the wall beside him.
It was then that his phone began to vibrate, the ringtone echoing in the tiled room
Percival shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and casually wrapped it around his waist, tying it at the hip with practiced ease.
Heavy steps carried him out of the bathroom, where he bent down to pick up the phone lying on the floor.
The number flashing on the screen made his fingers tighten around the device. He hesitated for a moment before finally answering.
Percival, where the hell have you been? How dare you ignore my calls?” a furious woman’s voice shrieked from the other end.
Percival’s large hand gripped the phone firmly, his knuckles whitening.
“What do you want?” he asked, his tone icy, detached.
His indifferent response only fueled the woman’s rage.
Her voice sharpened as she snapped, “What do I want! Is that the only time I can call you? Or have you deluded yourself into thinking you’re above me now! If you still recognize me as your mother, you’ll drag yourself to my apartment this instant.”
Percival let out another low laugh, but this time it carried a hollow, desolate edge.
“You’ve always despised the Stewart family. Why marry my father in the first place! Just because you’re my biological mother, I’ve tolerated your behavior. But this is the last time. From now on, don’t push your luck.” His voice was a steady warning, cold and deliberate.
The woman’s fury only deepened at his words, ber tone turning razor–sharp
“Is that how you talk to me? What, you think being e
close to death gives you a free pass to disrespect me?” she sneered.
“Then again, I suppose it’s fitting. The Stewart family has always been a wretched bunch, and none of you deserve a good end. But before you die, you’ll drag yourself here!” she demanded with venom.
Percival’s grip on the phone grew so tight his knuckles turned bloodless, trembling with restrained fury
He closed his eyes slowly, suppressing the storm inside, and without another word, ended the call
The phone clattered onto the table as he tossed it aside, his focus already shifting. He moved to the floor–to–ceiling window, his tall frame casting a shadow against the glass.
Percival knew. The poison in his veins had reached its breaking point. It wouldn’t be long before it tore through his skin, ravaging what little remained intact
And with it, his end drew nearer, inch by inexorable inch.
“Callum,” he muttered under his breath.
Just as the name escaped his lips, Callum rushed into the room, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the state Percival was in
“Mr. Stewart… I’m going to get Odalys,” Callum stammered, visibly shaken.
He had seen Percival go through these episodes before. Every time, it nearly cost him his life. Without the medicine from the Lark family, he would have been dead long ago. No ordinary person could endure such pain
Childbirth was a walk in the park compared to the suffering Percival endured with his condition. It was far more dangerous than anyone could imagine, and it recurred every werk
