Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

Macaulay family.

At two o’clock in the morning, Danae had a fever.

She was curled up in the corner of the bed and her forehead was hot. She felt very uncomfortable.

Climbing up, she fell heavily on the ground, surrounded by darkness. The alternation of heat and cold made her weak and tired.

She seems to have seen her mom and dad.

They stood there and waved to her, but behind them was a cliff and endless darkness.

“One hundred and twenty－one, one hundred and twenty－two…”

The girl curled up in the corner of the wall, covering her ears tightly. Her eyes were full of panic. Her voice was hoarse to tears, and she kept counting repeated numbers.

On the count of 150, the sound of the gun rang again in her ear.

“No－－!”

Susan ran upstairs only when she heard the crash? of? glasses being ped coming from the room. No one opened the door when she knocked.

When She opened the door with the spare key, she saw the girl curled up in the corner and picked up the vase fragments.

“Miss Macaulay!”

Susan stepped forward to hold down her hand and it was so hot when she touch her.

The girl’s forehead was covered with fine sweat. Her lips were dry and her eyes were flushed.

The fragments in the hand fell on the floor. Danae only felt that she had no strength any more. She leaned against Susan’s arms and her voice was weak.

“Don’t…”

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From the age of seven, the gunshot became a nightmare for Danae.

She would never forget it in her life.

If Susan didn’t come in, she might have cut her wrist to sober herself up.

It was a high fever. The body was very hot and the lip was trembling.

Susan immediately got ice cubes and wrapped them in towels to dissipate heat for her. When calling Raymond, Joe answered the phone.

“… Miss Joe.”

“Raymond is busy. Tell me if you have anything to do.”

Anyway, she had knew the reason for calling at this time.

It’s definitely about Danae.

“Please tell sir that Danae has a high fever now.”

“Susan, you are the housekeeper. The only thing you should do is to call a doctor. There is no need to disturb Raymond for such trivial matters.”

Joe’s attitude to Susan had always been bad, especially in matters of Danae.

Joe hung up the phone, and Susan also knew that Joe might not tell Raymond what she said.

… …

After midnight, the doctor came and helped her reduce the fever. He asked Susan to clean her.

The fever has subsided. But she was still groggy.

“Poor child.”

Susan got a basin of warm water and looked at girl who was pale. She was only a girl and was supposed to live happily, with her parents accompanying her and always smiling. Now she lived like this. Susan did not dare to think that if she came in later, that glass would kill Danae.

How could she be stupid enough to hurt herself in this way!