The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

1. Chapter 83 My Turn to Care for Him

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Hearing the persistent coughing from inside the room, Samantha halted in her tracks.

From within the room, Daphne's concerned voice emerged. "Mr. Dean, how is it that your condition worsened overnight? Were you up late working on documents again last night?"

Finley covered his mouth and continued to cough.

Before long, blood appeared in Finley's cough.

Daphne was horrified. "Mr. Dean, why are you coughing up blood?"

"Mr. Dean, don't scare me!"

"Mr. Dean."

Finley looked at Daphne'before him, his voice weak. "Ms. Stuart, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Please go outside; I need to rest for a while.

"But I can't leave you alone in the room."

"Leave. Don't let anyone else in."

His tone was already tinged with annoyance. Daphne, feeling helpless, had no choice but to leave.

As soon as she stepped out, she saw Samantha standing outside the door. Daphne started to speak but was quickly silenced by Samantha's hand over her mouth. Samantha shook her head, signaling Daphne to remain quiet. Then she led Daphne to a place where F condition now?"

Daphne felt deeply distressed at the question.

"I don't know what happened to Mr. Dean. He suddenly started coughing up blood, and now his condition is very serious. I suggested calling Elias to take a look, but he refused.

Finley had been like a son to Daphne since she had no children of her own. She cared for him more deeply than anyone else.

Now that Samantha was the only one who did not reject Finley, Daphne feared that if Samantha left, Finley would be left all alone once again.

Feeling heartbroken for Finley, Samantha knew that the antidote was still being prepared. Despite her concern, she forced herself to ask Daphne, "Has he had breakfast yet?"

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Chapter 83 My Turn to Care for Him

"Not yet."

Then your tasks. I'll take care of Finley."

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With that, Samantha went to the kitchen, prepared a bowl of noodles for Finley, and then went to his room. Seeing Finley, who had vomited blood due to the poison in his system, she set the bowl aside. She went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and gently wiped the blood from his mouth and hands.

As Finley slept restlessly, Samantha placed his head on her lap and held him, smoothing the lines of pain from his brow.

"Finley, I will stay here with you."

"Just like how you used to be with me."

Finley didn't know how long he had slept. When he awoke, he found himself resting on Samantha's lap. Samantha sat beside the bed, eyes closed, resting but staying with him.

As Finley sat up, Samantha felt the weight lift from her lap. She quickly opened her eyes. "Finley."

Upon meeting Finley's unclear eyes, Samantha's only concern was whether he still felt any discomfort. Everything else seemed unimportant.

"Finley, do you have any other discomforts?

Finley's face was as pale as a sheet of paper.