Chapter 71 Not Young

"Jay...is that right?" his mother, Jennie Tan, asked with a hint of surprise. It was no secret to her that Jay was a womanizer, playing and breaking women's hearts as though they were nothing but toys. But even with that Casanova demeanor, he had never brought a woman home or lest introduced one to her. And that was why, as a mother, she was able to tolerate that kind of behavior. However, now that he was secretive as though he was some kind of criminal, Jennie Tan needed to know why.

Hearing it from Jay's sister, Sarah, was enough to tickle Jennie Tan's curiosity towards Jay's recent involvements.

"Jay," she repeated with a pair of skeptic eyes. With a heavy sigh, she uttered in a cautious tone, "Is that true? What your sister said... are you really––" "Really, mom? Don't listen to Sarah and her nonsense!" And with that, Jay didn't think twice to rush outside, exposing himself to the raging rain while Jennie and Sarah could only watch him silently. Darkness gradually embraced his figure as he walked away until he was finally out of sight.

Sarah put her hand on her mother's left shoulder while resting her chin on the softness of the right one. Shaking her head gently, she heaved an audible and childish sigh. "Let him be, mom. He'll be fine. I guess... he's just really in love." A chuckle escaped her lips as she spat those words. "Can you believe that? My brother... in love? Ha!"

As Jennie Tan heard her last words, she playfully messed the latter's hair. "Now Sarah, mind your own business," she scolded her but in a manner that suggested motherly affections. "You're not a young girl anymore. You should learn not to concern yourself with other people's affairs, especially your brother's."

"I'm still young! And if it were up to me, I wouldn't even get married! I'd rather stay with you and Dad!" Sarah pouted playfully, but she felt her chee

it off completely, revealing her body to his sight.

Nancy's skin was smooth as silk, and every time his hand brushed against it, a tinkle of panic would electrify his nerves, causing him to almost jolt

"Stop," he muttered, giving himself a mental slap before glancing back at Nancy on the bed. "She's your patient right now, and you, Charles, must act accordingly." He continued working, continually reminding himself that he was a gentleman, and it was his duty to protect her. Besides, he couldn't risk Nancy to hate him.

When he was satisfied that he had covered all the areas that needed wiping, Charles took the towel off and put it back in the basin. Now, Nancy's face seemed tranquil under the faint light.

Perhaps, it was because he had done his job right that Nancy was a bit cooler now, and her breathing became normal.

So after making sure she was completely fine, he went to his corner and retired on the sofa, falling just as quickly as before.

The next morning, Nancy was the first to wake up while Charles' soft snores broke the quietness in the room.

"Sitting up from her bed, she felt her body aching from the vestige the fever left last night. She turned to the direction of the small window, where the warm golden light of the morning was beginning to seep through. The outside was peacefully quiet, just the birds chirping their way through the dawn.

And amidst the stillness of the morning, the typhoon left its horrible traces––the chipped off leaves sticking on the window sill and the torn branches stuck on the pane, where it left some horrendous scratches––but that was all there was. The storm was gone, and the life outside was beginning to recuperate. "Nadia?" The memory of her child made her sit up straightly.

And with a deep breath that almost hinted her hope of finding her daughter, she threw the thick quilt off of her.