CHAPTER 221: CHAPTER 221: LUNATIC, GO TO HELL

That morning, Desmond Fairchild brought in a bouquet of plum blossoms, still glistening with dew, and placed them in a vase in the room.

"You said last time you liked red plums, so today I specially picked a few branches. I wonder if you’ll like them?"

"Today, Jude said he was going to buy you a New Year’s gift and might come back late. He said you love receiving gifts most, so what do you think I should give you?" Desmond muttered to himself, flipping through the wardrobe, finding a red sweater.

After holding the sweater up against Seraphina Sinclair’s body for a moment, he shook his head, "You’ve gotten too thin lately; this sweater might be too big for you. I’ll have someone make some new clothes for you, so you won’t be without a new outfit for the New Year."

"I noticed you like blue. How about I order a blue dress for you?" Desmond said, again measuring against Seraphina, sighing, "Once you wake up, you need to eat more; you’re too skinny, and I don’t like it."

"Oh, Jude mentioned you used to host family gatherings for the New Year. Why don’t we do the same this year? I noticed you’re not great at dancing. How about you showcase your singing talent?"

"Time is pressing, but I think we can manage. It’s only a few days until New Year’s Eve, and Jude and I are eagerly awaiting you to cut the New Year cake with us. Please don’t oversleep again."

After organizing the wardrobe, Desmond finally sat slowly beside Seraphina, grabbing her cool little hand and gently rubbing it against his stubbled face, "Your hands are still so cold. Is the heating not enough? Should I add another blanket for you?"

"You’ve been asleep for over a month now; it should be enough. If you don’t wake up soon, spring will come."

Desmond rambled on incessantly, as if he had endless words to say.

Seraphina’s complexion remained poor; her face as white as snow, without a trace of color. If not for her body still being warm, she would otherwise look like a lifeless corpse.

How could Desmond not feel heartache? His large hand brushed over Seraphina’s bloodless little face, holding back a smile, "Seraphina, do you know? Jude and I miss you so much. Why haven’t you woken up yet? You’ve slept so long; haven’t you had enough?"

They had waited for over a month, but Seraphina showed no signs of waking up. Yet Desmond never considered giving up. He believed if he kept talking to her, she would definitely wake up, definitely

Unfortunately, reality betrayed his wishes.

The eve before New Year’s.

Everyone else had returned home, except Desmond and his son, along with Austin and Camille White, who still stayed at Azure Cloud Shores.

As for Old Mrs. Fairchild, out of worry for Seraphina and Desmond, she went home first, unable to bear watching anymore.

On the morning of New Year’s Eve, Desmond followed his routine, bringing in several branches of plum blossoms, placing them in the vase. He spoke naturally to Seraphina, as if she had never fallen into a coma.

Jude also sat by the bedside, looking at Seraphina’s pale face with deep concern.

Unlike Desmond, who kept chatting non-stop, Jude only called out "Mummy" every now and then, in a mournful tone.

Camille watched, feeling the pain in his heart. Frustrated that even as a doctor, he couldn’t cure Seraphina’s heartache. He had exhausted every possible means but failed to awaken her.

Everyone gathered closely around Seraphina, but in her deep sleep, she remained oblivious.

It was as if she was having an exceedingly long dream. In the dream, she was trapped in a sealed black space, unable to see a single figure, shouting loudly yet receiving no response.

"Daddy, I saw Mummy’s eyelids move," Jude suddenly said, breaking the despairing atmosphere.

Upon hearing it, Desmond immediately stood up, anxiously holding Seraphina’s hand, calling softly, "Seraphina, can you hear me? Seraphina."

"Godmother! Godmother, wake up, it’s Austin!" Austin quickly moved closer too.

Camille hurriedly examined Seraphina, but the results showed no significant change from usual. Still, he clearly sensed her pulse was much stronger.

With teary eyes, Jude looked at Camille and asked, "Third Brother, is Mummy about to wake up?"

Camille nodded, with a smile emerging between his brows, "Although the godmother’s physical condition hasn’t changed significantly, it’s gradually recovering. It seems our daily talking is working. If we keep it up, she’ll wake up before long."

Hearing Camille’s words, Desmond’s heart calmed a bit; it was reassuring to know their efforts weren’t in vain.

Thinking this, he tightened his grip on Seraphina’s hand, as if by holding her tightly, she wouldn’t disappear.

At this moment, Seraphina was still in that sealed black space. She couldn’t see or hear anything.

Sitting on the cold floor, she felt like her whole body was going to freeze.

She desperately wished to go home, missing Jude and that man who put her first above all.

But where was she now? Confused, she wandered aimlessly forward, never reaching the end.

"Jude, Desmond, where are you?" Seraphina whispered to herself.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Just as Seraphina grew despondent, Jude’s voice suddenly echoed in her ear, bringing a rush of joy as she turned, only to find nothing.

She frantically searched for Jude’s voice, shouting, "Jude, where are you? Jude! Son, where are you?"

Yet what answered her was an endless silence, as if the voice she heard was merely an illusion.

"Jude, where are you? Mummy misses you so much," a trace of bitterness crossed Seraphina’s heart.

"Mummy!"

"Seraphina, can you hear me?"

"Godmother, it’s Austin! Godmother! Can you hear me?"

In that silent moment, the voices of everyone rang again in Seraphina’s ears. Her heart trembled once more; it was Jude and Desmond, along with Austin, reaching out for her.

No, she couldn’t just surrender to fate like this; she wouldn’t yield.

She had so many unfinished things, she couldn’t be trapped here.

As she thought, the vast black space suddenly contracted into a tiny area.

Seraphina stood in a cramped room no larger than ten square meters, her eyes narrowing sharply. Frightened, she crouched down, holding her head, screaming, "Go away, go away! I’m not crazy! I’m not insane!"

"Madwoman, just die!"

"Such a despicable person should’ve been dead long ago, it’s ridiculous she dares to live."

"Shameless thing, calling her mad makes me feel ashamed too."

Above, there were taunting voices of all kinds, disdainful glances seemed to pierce through her.

With hands wrapped around her legs, she curled cautiously into a corner, explaining with difficulty, "I’m not crazy, I’m not insane, I’m being framed."

"A promiscuous scoundrel deserves to die!"

"Die, you filthy thing."

Facing everyone’s insults and bullying, Seraphina struggled desperately, using all her strength to explain, yet not a single person was willing to listen.

"I’m not crazy, stop calling me that. I haven’t done anything wrong," Seraphina wailed bitterly, having done nothing but still enduring such torment.