Let her lean in my arms. Ava Sterling had a habit, an instinctive habit. As she leaned into Poe Vaughn’s embrace, her body moved. Her hand reached out, wrapping around Poe Vaughn’s waist, her leg lifted from under the covers, resting on Poe Vaughn’s leg, and then her whole body instinctively burrowed into his arms, even rubbing her face against his chest, searching for a comfortable position. Once everything felt settled, she fell asleep again. Her whole body clung to Poe Vaughn like a koala bear, completely trusting. Poe Vaughn looked at the person in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, her lashes thick, she slept sweetly, peacefully. He slightly tightened his arms, enclosing her in his embrace, and closed his eyes. Mrs. Yu took the cup downstairs, washed it clean in the kitchen, and only then came back upstairs. However, she didn’t go to rest but quietly approached the master bedroom door, listening for any noise inside. Whether it was because the door was well soundproofed or because the people inside had indeed fallen asleep, she couldn’t hear a single sound; it was very quiet inside. Mrs. Yu listened outside for a while longer, checked the time, then went back downstairs to doze off on the sofa. She was worried that Ava Sterling might come out again, so she had to keep watch. The old lady had instructed that the two must not sleep in separate rooms anymore. This time, no matter what, they had to sleep in the same room, and it couldn’t revert to the way it was after she left. The night gradually deepened, and the chirping of insects outside also quieted. At this time, Aethelburg City Hospital. On the bed, Jace Kingsley slowly woke up. The person watching by the bedside saw Jace Kingsley open his eyes and immediately pressed the call button. After pressing the call button, she leaned down and whispered to the person in the wheelchair, "Madam, the young master is awake." Upon hearing this, Elara Shelby immediately opened her eyes, straightened her body, and looked towards the person on the bed. She had fallen asleep. Upon learning that Jace Kingsley had been hospitalized for gastric bleeding, she had immediately returned to the country to be by her son’s side. From abroad to here, she hadn’t rested for a moment, constantly keeping vigil until now. At this moment, she looked at the person on the bed, her hand instantly grasping the bedside, holding Jace Kingsley’s hand, calling out, "Jace?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire.net Jace Kingsley’s eyes opened, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room; upon waking, his mind was unclear, and his consciousness was chaotic. But at this moment, hearing this voice filled with worry and heartache reach his ears, Jace paused slightly, then turned his head. At the bedside, Elara Shelby sat in the wheelchair, grasping his hand, her eyes brimming with tears, her face full of exhaustion and worry. Jace frowned, "Why are you here?" He held Elara Shelby’s hand, clearly disapproving. "How could I not come? You’re already in the hospital." "Jace, you can’t keep doing this." "If you keep this up, how am I supposed to live?" Elara Shelby’s eyes filled with tears, her worry grew deeper. Jace moved his hand slightly, supporting himself to sit up; the person next to Elara immediately helped him. But Elara Shelby hurriedly said, "Jace, don’t move, the doctor said you need to rest now." "Just lie down, don’t get up." Jace shook his head, "I’m fine." Although he said this, his face turned pale as he sat up. Elara felt a sharp pain in her heart seeing this, gripping his hand tightly, wishing she could stand up and support him herself. But she couldn’t stand up anymore. She would never be able to stand up in this life. With the help of the person next to Elara Shelby, Jace sat up, pillows propped behind him, resting against the headboard while his hand was still tightly grasped by Elara Shelby, not daring to let go for a moment. It was as if if she let go, he would disappear. Jace steadied his body’s discomfort and pain, then held Elara Shelby’s hand, showing her a pale, obedient smile, "I’m fine, you don’t have to worry." He said he was fine, just so she wouldn’t worry. But Elara Shelby knew clearly that he was in serious condition, almost life-threatening. She couldn’t tolerate something like that happening, she just couldn’t. "If you don’t want Mother to worry, don’t neglect your health again next time." "Do you know how much you drank?" "Do you know how much blood you vomited?" "Jace, you really scared Mother this time, you can’t do this again." Repeating herself over and over, Elara Shelby’s tears fell. If she had any remaining desire or reluctance in this lifetime, it would only be for Jace. She couldn’t let anything happen to her son. Not before she closed her eyes for good. Jace’s smile widened on his lips, "I promise you, just this once, the only time, there won’t be a second time." As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe away Elara Shelby’s tears. Yet Elara Shelby’s tears fell more heavily. Her son was so good, gentle, filial, managing everything inside and outside the home so well. She had always been grateful to the heavens for giving her such a good son. If it weren’t for him, she feared she wouldn’t have survived until now. "Mother believes you." The doctor soon arrived, examined Jace Kingsley, and Elara Shelby watched closely until the doctor said there wasn’t much of a problem with him waking up, only then did she slightly relax. "Bella Ainsworth, see the doctor out." The person beside her bowed, escorting the doctor out. Soon, the door of the ward closed. At this moment, there was no one else inside, only Elara Shelby and Jace Kingsley. Elara Shelby still held Jace Kingsley’s hand, looking at him with concern in her eyes, "Jace, tell Mother, what made you drink so much?" "Is there something difficult to resolve?" "Tell Mother, she’ll help you." Jace’s eyes flickered slightly, the light in them dimmed. He lowered his eyes, speaking softly, "Mother, I don’t know if you still remember something."