Chapter 352
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 352 Arielle was wandering idly in the backyard when Larissa scurried over to her. âMs. Arielle, that young lady fainted,â she whispered.
At once, Arielle got to her feet and strode toward the servantsâ 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.
âSasha? Sasha!â Arielle gave her shoulder a gentle push.
Frowning, the girl started mumbling incoherently.
Arielle leaned nearer and heard her muttering, âRevenge⦠Blakeâ¦â
Larissa stepped in and asked worriedly, âMs. Arielle, what should we do?â
Arielle turned at her shoulder. âIâve bandaged her wound, so this shouldnât be happening. Did you feed her the medicine on time?â
âYes, I made sure she finished everything before I go to work after every meal,â Larissa answered.
Arielle was confused.
She touched Sashaâs forehead and realized it was burning. She must be having a fever of over thirty-
nine degrees Celsius.
âSashaâs running a temperature,â Arielle told Larissa. âGo 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.â
âAll right!â Larissa spun on her heels and rushed out of her room.
Arielle pulled back the covers to check on Sashaâs wound, but the latterâs 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.
âMs. Mooreâ¦â Her voice was weak.
Though Sasha was technically a patient, Arielleâs expression fell as she demanded, âDid you go out earlier? Where have you been?â
Sasha bit her lip. âWhere the car fellâ¦â
âNonsense!â Arielle had the urge to crack open her skull to see what was inside.
She tamped down her irritation and declared, âDonât you know youâll die if this goes on?â
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. âIâve sent someone to go after Blake. When thereâs news, Iâll inform you straightaway. Youâre 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?â
Sashaâs initial indifference disappeared as she looked up.
âIâm sorry, Ms. Moore,â 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 couldnât lie here and recuperate calmly when he was still missing.
âIâm sorry,â she apologized again.
Arielle sighed. âIâm glad you know your mistake.â Her voice grew stern. âEven if I only recover Blakeâs body, you canât give up. Have hope. They are waiting for you to avenge them. You canât die before doing that. Otherwise, youâll feel ashamed to reunite with them in the afterlife!â