FVN Chapter 321 Count the days.
Chapter 321 Count the days.
"Oh yes," Being curious, Arwen suddenly spoke again to ask, "By the way, I really want to know why are you so scared of him. Like whenever I heard you talking about him, I thought you two were very close and that's the reason you praise him a lot. But only when I saw you in front of him, I got to know that you are actually scared of him."
"He is my elder," Gianna said as a matter of obviousness. "Isn't it right for me to be a bit scared of him? And actually, that's not exactly, rather it's more like respect."
"Respect?" Arwen repeated. "Really?"
Gianna nodded. "Of course, I respect him a lot and that's why in his presence, I stay obedient. I don't want him to dislike me, you know."
Although the latter part of her statement seemed to be right, the first didn't. Arwen crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her. "Fine, I will wait to hear a better reason. Take your time."
Gianna stared at her for a moment before sighing deeply. She knew Arwen well enough to know that until she heard her accept it, she wouldn't budge.
"Fine, I accept," she said, glancing at her. "Although I like my uncle a lot, I am scared of him. Because it's the most normal reaction that anyone would give to him. Could you even deny that?" she asked, already confident of the answer she would receive.
Bu Arwen didn't reply immediately. She just remained silently, staring at her as if still thinking.
And looking at her indecisive, Gianna rolled her eyes. "Wait, don't tell me, you think differently," she said. "I mean, I can understand that over time staying with him, you are no longer getting scared of him. But I am sure the first time when you would have seen or met him, even you might have gotten scared of him. It's quite normal with how cold and unamiable he looks."@@@@
Arwen's eyes narrowed at her words, as if she couldn't quite agree with her. "Uhh, I don't think so," she said and at her skepticism like that, Gianna furrowed her brows.
"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly getting all interested to know. If you didn't find him scary at first glance, what else did you perceive him as? I am sure you haven't seen him as an angel that had appeared out of thin air just to help you."
Meanwhile, on the other side, at the hospital, the doctor came to check on Delyth. The surgery has been successful, however, Delyth has been suggested to stay in the hospital to recover for the first month.
"You are recovering well, Ms. Ember," Dr. Walter said. "If you follow the instructions and take the medicines in time, it won't take long for you to stand back on your feet. Soon after a few days, the post-operative rehabilitation will begin and with that done, you will soon be not needing the wheelchair."
Delyth smiled weakly. "Thank you, Dr. Walter. I will be on my best behaviour and will have all my medicines on time. I soon want to get up on my feet."
The doctor nodded in understanding. Placing a hand on her shoulders, he said, "Don't worry, you will soon be able to. Just take a rest." He then turned to look at Ryan, who had been standing there all the while.
Walking to him, he extended his hand out for him to take. "Mr. Foster, I have checked it all. Ms. Ember is recovering well and will get only better hereafter. You don't need to worry."
Ryan nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Walters," he said.
"I will be leaving today but you can always reach out if you have doubts about anything," The doctor said. "I have already explained her condition to the doctor who will be attending her. She is capable and will take care of her."
With that, Dr. Walters explained a few more things and then left. When the door closed after him, Ryan turned to look back at Delyth. Walking a little closer to her bed, he asked, "How are you feeling now? Is it paining anywhere?'
Delyth glanced up at him. From her usual self, she looked different ... way too different. Smiling she shook her head. "No," she said, her voice weak but not as much as she could have easily pretended it to be. "I am better than before. Now you can just count the days."
"Count the days?" Ryan didn't understand. His brows furrowed in confusion.
But Delyth only smiled, nodding to him. "Yes, count the days. You will soon be able to get rid of me, once and for all."