Chapter 287
Kayla was carefully escorted inside by her parents
Myra spoke sharply, ordering the maids, “Quickly run a bath and prepare a clean set of clothes! Also, make some peppermint tea. Hurry up!”
The maids scrambled to carry out her orders.
She gently touched Kayla’s forehead. Though Kayla didn’t have a fever, she was still uneasy, so she led Kayla to the room.
The maids had already prepared the bathwater, adjusting the temperature just right.
“Go take a warm bath to get rid of the chill. When you’re done, call me, and I’ll help dry your hair.”
“Thank you, Mom.”
Kayla sniffled, her nose red from the cold, tears in her eyes.
After Myra left and closed the door behind her, Kayla quickly undressed, throwing the filthy clothes aside, and sank into the bathtub.
The warm water soothed every pore of her body, gradually reviving her numb limbs.
A smile slowly spread across her face.
Her first step was successful.
After a relaxing bath, she wrapped her hair in a towel, changed into clean clothes, and left the
room.
She overheard Myra receiving a call from the sanatorium.
After Kayla had gone missing, the sanatorium immediately organized a search. When they couldn’t find her, they anxiously called the Fuller family to report the situation.
When they learned she had returned home, they asked, “Should we send someone to bring her back?”
Myra, furious, gave them a piece of her mind.
“No! My daughter is perfectly fine! She doesn’t need to return to the sanatorium, so don’t call us again! Also, I have yet to hold you accountable for the injury to her head!”
After scolding them, she finally hung up.
Kayla quietly crept back to her room, trying to make it sound like she had just come out. She called out pitifully, “Mom…”
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“Coming. Are you done with your bath?”
Myra hurriedly tossed her phone aside and gently guided Kayla back into the room, saying, ” Sit down. I will dry your hair.”
Kayla obediently sat at the vanity.
In the room, the only sound was the hum of the hairdryer.
Myra smiled. “Look, your hair is so beautiful and healthy!”
Kayla didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed on Myra, and her eyes were still filled with unease and longing.
Myra asked, “What’s wrong?”
Kayla bit her lip as her eyes reddened. “I’m just wondering if this is real, Mom. I’m so scared this is all just a dream. When I wake up, I’ll still be locked in the sanatorium, with so many people bullying me…”
She was clearly terrified.
Myra’s heart ached. No matter what Kayla had done before, as long as she had turned over a new leaf, that was enough. After all, she was just 19 and still her child!
Her face softened with affection as she gently patted Kayla’s hair, reassuring her, “I won’t let you return to that place. Never again!”
“Mm!” Kayla sniffled, then turned and hugged Myra.
Just like in the past 19 years, the mother and daughter were as close as ever–one full of maternal love, the other clinging and dependent.
At the New Year’s Eve dinner table, the atmosphere in the Fuller family instantly felt different with Kayla present. Laughter occasionally filled the air, making the ambiance warm and cozy.
No one brought up Felicia.
Sebastian was the first to put down his fork, stand up, and say, “I’m full. I hope you all enjoyed your meal.”
