Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 352

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 352

Arielle was wandering idly in the backyard when Larissa scurried over to her. "Ms. Arielle, that young lady fainted," she whispered.

At once, Arielle got to her feet and strode toward the servants' quarters.

As Larissa had dismissed the other helpers, no one saw Arielle heading into her room.

After pushing the door open, Arielle saw the girl buried in the covers, her face drained of color. Her eyes were shut as though she were in agony.

"Sasha? Sasha!" Arielle gave her shoulder a gentle push.

Frowning, the girl started mumbling incoherently.

Arielle leaned nearer and heard her muttering, "Revenge... Blake..."

Larissa stepped in and asked worriedly, "Ms. Arielle, what should we do?"

Arielle turned at her shoulder. "I've bandaged her wound, so this shouldn't be happening. Did you feed her the medicine on time?"

"Yes, I made sure she finished everything before I go to work after every meal," Larissa answered.

Arielle was confused.

She touched Sasha's forehead and realized it was burning. She must be having a fever of over thirty-nine degrees Celsius.

"Sasha's running a temperature," Arielle told Larissa. "Go to my room and grab the medical kit underneath my desk. If someone asks, tell them your distant cousin is here to visit you but got ill."

"All right!" Larissa spun on her heels and rushed out of her room.

Arielle pulled back the covers to check on Sasha's wound, but the latter's shoes caught her eyes instead.

Her shoes were covered with mud and had leaves stuck on them.

Did she go out earlier?

Frowning, Arielle pulled the covers further down and saw that the bandage was utterly wet.

Right then, Sasha groaned and opened her eyes slowly.

"Ms. Moore..." Her voice was weak.

Though Sasha was technically a patient, Arielle's expression fell as she demanded, "Did you go out earlier? Where have you been?"

Sasha bit her lip. "Where the car fell..."

"Nonsense!" Arielle had the urge to crack open her

skull to see what was inside.

She tamped down her irritation and declared, "Don't you know you'll die if this goes on?"

Sasha looked away guiltily. However, she refused to admit to her mistake.

The desperation and survival instincts Arielle had seen in that man no longer applied to Sasha.

She spoke gently. "I've sent someone to go after Blake. When there's news, I'll inform you straightaway. You're badly injured, but you went out and wet your wound. If something happens to you, how will Blake react when he returns? What if he takes his own life out of misery?"

Sasha's initial indifference disappeared as she looked up.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Moore," she uttered, remorse filling her eyes.

Though she had no intention of troubling Arielle, she was worried about Blake.

After all, Blake was the youngest among them, and he was only eighteen years old. She couldn't lie here and recuperate calmly when he was still missing.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again.

Arielle sighed. "I'm glad you know your mistake." Her

voice grew stern. "Even if I only recover Blake's body, you can't give up. Have hope. They are waiting for you to avenge them. You can't die before doing that. Otherwise, you'll feel ashamed to reunite with them in the afterlife!"