Kapitel 634: Don't Want Her To Be A Healing Tool

Seren fed her all the medicine in the bowl, her movements slow but steady.

"Please get better—hic—get better, Martha," she sobbed, losing control over her emotions like a little girl,  and the sounds of her sobs and pleas echoed inside the small space of the thatched house. 

"Drink all your medicines–hic–your medicines, alright? You must, you must eat well, and grow strong and be better…please, Martha…"

Seren used to have no one. The only constant she had growing up was Martha.  How could she not be scared to lose her nanny, the only person she used to call her family? 

She could not believe the heartwarming reunion she expected would turn into one of farewell…

"Get better…you can't…you can't leave me…please…?"

Once Seren finished feeding her the medicine soup, Martha had fallen asleep. Erich Winfield reentered the room with a bowl of freshly made herbal paste.