, Although she despised that bastard, Titus Zane wouldn’t care about her past.
The body is one’s own, just as mother said, if you don’t cherish it, who else will care?
After eating up the breakfast Aunt Liu brought in, Titus Zane lay on the bed to rest.
Since being discharged from the hospital, she would often feel dizzy.
Every time she got up or stood too long, her vision would blacken, feeling like she was about to fall over. Her mother said it was due to too much blood loss.
Weakness made one lazy, and lying in bed, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
In her dream, a young girl just learning to walk was babbling "Mom, Mom..." while staggering forward with her small hands outstretched.
In front of her, just one meter away, a woman bent over with outstretched arms.
"Little Zane, come to mommy..."
The dream was shrouded in a thick fog, concealing the woman’s face, only revealing her dress with a patterned design and her slender, pale fingers, delicate as shoots, her voice tender as water.
"Mom..." Titus Zane softly called out, her pale lips curling into a slight smile.
Nathan Moore stood in front of the bed, watching the sleeping Titus Zane with a curved lip, the emotions hidden in his dim eyes unclear.
"Sir, Miss Titus has finished everything, look, I didn’t lie to you." Aunt Liu, carrying an empty plate, approached to show that she hadn’t lied.
"Mm." Nathan Moore turned his head, his onyx eyes glancing at the empty plate in Aunt Liu’s hands, responding with a faint "Mm," his thin lips parting slightly, devoid of warmth.
"Bring in the soup later and make sure she drinks it all."
"Yes, yes," Aunt Liu quickly nodded in agreement, her heavily bagged eyes twinkling like that of a young girl as she smiled.
"Don’t worry, sir, I will make sure Miss Titus finishes it,"
After speaking, Aunt Liu muttered to herself, "I knew it, the sir does care about Miss Titus, she just won’t believe it..."
Privately, Aunt Liu had a soft spot for Miss Titus, finding her incomparably better than her own "Madam."
Seeing her treat people with cool indifference, but in truth kind-hearted and affable, unlike the Madam, who always nitpicked for faults.
Nathan Moore’s gaze shifted, looking at Aunt Liu who was ready to leave with the tray, and emphasized with a cold voice.
"I’m not concerned about her; I just don’t want her to starve to death at home and then have to pay for her coffin!"
Nathan Moore’s words were harsh and heartless, causing Aunt Liu’s steps to falter, looking at her master in a daze.
Nathan Moore turned away just as the waking Titus Zane caught his eye, their gazes meeting—one filled with hatred, the other cold and heartless.
Suddenly, Nathan Moore turned and strode towards the room’s door.
"Hehe... Miss Titus, you’re awake?" Aunt Liu laughed awkwardly, blaming herself for speaking out of turn. If she hadn’t mentioned caring, the sir wouldn’t have said such cruel words.
Seeing Miss Titus’ reaction, she must have heard what the sir had said just now.
Titus Zane lowered her gaze, her hands clasped together beneath her head.
"Aunt Liu, don’t come into my room without permission from now on."
"Miss Titus, it’s not that I entered at will, it was sir!" Being misunderstood, Aunt Liu hurried to clarify for herself.
"The sir didn’t believe you had eaten breakfast, so he brought me over to check."
Aunt Liu, intending to explain her casual entry, inadvertently ended up betraying the man of the house in her explanation.
"I understand, you may go now." With her long lashes veiling the emotions in her eyes, Titus Zane spoke indifferently, her tone revealing no particular emotion.