Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 856 - I’ll Help You
Chapter 856: Chapter 856 I’ll Help You
Baron Stuart frowned slightly upon hearing her words, “Haven’t you just come back from there?”
She had just returned, not even five minutes had passed, and now she was in a hurry to see her mother?
Thinking about this, Baron Stuart couldn’t help but feel inexplicably annoyed.
Ever since the birth of the three babies, the woman before him had been noticeably neglecting him a lot, and now that he was injured, he still couldn’t receive any special treatment from her.
Emily Walker was startled, suddenly finding herself at a loss for words.
The feeling of lying was really making her feel guilty.
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“Uh, my mother hasn’t woken up yet, so I wanted to check on her. I’ll be back in a little while.” Having said that, as if afraid he would not let her go, Emily Walker quickly left the hospital room and swiftly closed the door behind her.
In the instant the door closed, she clearly heard the man’s roar of fury from inside the hospital room!
“Emily Walker!”
Staring at the closed door, Young Lord Stuart felt particularly wronged but helpless!
On the same floor, inside another hospital room, Camila Walker was looking at the insulation barrel placed on the cabinet beside her, which the doctors said seemed to have been prepared by the Stuart family.
Indeed, it was already 9 AM, and she was starting to feel quite hungry.
Moving her body slightly, leaning towards the bedside table, Camila Walker intended to pick up the insulation barrel, but as soon as she lifted her hand, she realized her right hand was suspended with a bandage, and her other was currently receiving an IV drip, making it rather difficult for her, even though she was very hungry, to fend for herself.
She struggled for a long time, her stomach growling with hunger, while the meal was right in front of her, but she couldn’t eat it.
Looking at the IV bag above her head, it would only be a few minutes before it was finished.
But even when the drip would be finished, she still couldn’t unscrew the lid of the insulation barrel with one hand…
Just as she was struggling for a long time, the door to the hospital room opened, and Emily Walker entered.
As soon as she entered, she saw Camila Walker having difficulty with the lid of the insulation barrel, causing Emily Walker to pause for a moment.
Camila Walker looked up and, upon seeing her, wore a slightly stunned expression, stopping her movements with the barrel.
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Presumably, the breakfast in the insulation barrel had also been brought by her, and for some reason, seeing Emily Walker now made Camila Walker feel inexplicably guilty.
Thinking about everything she had done to her previously, would accepting her charity now make her seem shameless?
“Let me help you,” Emily Walker walked over, with no apparent smile on her delicate face, just a calm demeanor as she helped unscrew the lid of the insulation barrel.
Camila Walker silently watched her actions, feeling an unusual sense of emotion welling up inside her.
Did this woman really harbor no hatred towards her?
“Eat,” Emily Walker said calmly after taking the porridge out of the barrel and placing it properly in front of Camila Walker.
Camila Walker looked at her and then cast her gaze upon the steaming, fragrant century egg and lean meat congee on the table.
Even a bird dies for food, and why should she be stubborn?
Now, there seemed to be no one else who would bring her a meal.
With this thought, she stretched out her left hand and picked up the spoon.
Just as she scooped up a spoonful about to bring it to her mouth, she realized her left hand was unfamiliar with the task, and with the porridge a bit of a distance from her, each spoonful would drip onto the white quilt.
Watching her struggle to eat bite by bite, Emily Walker at her side couldn’t bear to watch.
“Let me help you,” she extended her hand, picked up the porridge and spoon from in front of Camila Walker and then scooped up a spoonful, bringing it to her lips.
