Chapter 14: she has a disorder?

“Poison.”

I looked at him, disbelief written all over my face.

“What did you say?” 

“She's been poisoned.” 

“Bring me a bowl or warm water, mint leaves and some sage.”

I nodded at Jason and he left to get the items.

He opened his bag and bright out a wrap like purse that contained needles of different types.

He Pierced different parts of her face, leaving the needles in and she flinched.

He heaved a sigh of relief and pricked the tip of finger. The tip of the needle turned blue.

“Someone was trying to destroy her womb.”

My eyes darkened and I punched a hole in the wall behind me.

“She’s also malnourished. Who is she ?” he was serious this time.

“She's my wife to be. We agreed to get married yesterday and this happened.” 

My phone dinged. It was a news headline with a picture of me and Kara entering the hotel last night at the front page. 

I scrolled to read and in minutes, the article was gone.

Grandma's behind the disappearance of the article. 

I smirked and dialed a number. 

“It's me. An article just came out and it's disappeared, republish it but redirect the IP address overseas so it doesn't disappear again. I want it done in an hour.” I disconnected the line and tugged the phone back in my pocket.

Jason walked in with the items and handed them over to Nate.

He lit the sage on fire and placed it in a plate, placing it in such a way that the smoke from the sage was directly towards Kara.

“What was that about? “ He was referring to my phone call.

My lips curled up in a menacing and scheming manner. 

“My very first scandal.” 

“A scandal? And you told them to republish it? Who were you with?” 

My eyes landed on the peaceful frail person on the bed and I said nothing.

“With her?” 

*Mm. That's the only way we can force my family to accept this marriage. They wanted to arrange a marriage for me with her sister, the biological daughter. No doubt they'd be against me marrying the adopted daughter, especially as she doesn't have the family's financial backing.” 

I explained.

“Because she's the adopted daughter? Makes sense. 

I'll keep an eye on her for now, she looks like she's not been eating well also. Make sure she's well fed.” 

I said nothing as Nate dished out instructions and left the room.

Kara's brows creased and she started mumbling unclear words, sweating, even though the Air conditioner was working perfectly. Like she was having a bad dream.

I placed a palm on my forehead and the other on hers. She was burning up.

 

I called Nate.

“Hello, she's burning up and she seems to be in a lot of pain. What do I do?” 

“Nothing. Her body's trying to fight the toxins that's why she has a fever. Place a cool wet towel on her forehead, that should help. 

Give me a call when she's awake.” 

I did as Nate instructed. She still looked like she was struggling and I hated how powerless I felt in that moment.

What could she possibly have done that was so wrong for them to damage her womb? Or are they just cruel to her? Who exactly poisoned her and why?, her sister? Her mother?

These thoughts swirled in my mind as I say by her bedside. 

I glanced at my wristwatch, it was already 4:00pm.

She stirred and tossed around the bed while making crying sounds like she was in extreme pain before jolting awake with her chest heaving.

I rushed closer to her and pulled her in for a hug.

“Hey, Hey. I'm here, you're fine. You're safe now.” I comforted, rubbing my palm on her back while she cried and tried to calm down.

“Where are we?” 

“My house. You should stay here for now at least.” 

“I have to go home.” 

“Home? What home? The one where they tried to kill you?”

“No. You must be mistaken. Mom said the pill was to prevent pregnancy.” 

“It was to damage your womb Kara. To stop you from ever conceiving.” 

“Really?” She didn't look surprised. 

“Fine then, I'll stay here just for the time being.” She tried to get off the bed.

“Where're you going? Just lie down, they'll bring you something to eat. Maybe porridge? Since you just woke up.” 

She didn't say anything.

I called the cook and told her to heat up the porridge I asked them to prepare while she was out.

“How're you feeling? Does anywhere hurt?” 

“Just my head and a dull ache in my tummy.” 

I bright out my phone and dialed Nate's number.

“She's awake.” 

“I'm on my way.” He hung up.

The porridge came in and I placed it in front of her, she just stared without trying to take a bite.

“What’s wrong? You want something else?

She looked up at me.

“Instant noodles. I'll prepare it myself.” 

“No just stay in bed. I'll instruct them to have it ready shortly.” 

“No. I don't want the chef to prepare it for me, I can manage.” 

She tried to get off the bed.

“Okay I'll prepare it for you myself.” 

“Huh?” 

She looked at me like I just spoke alien language.

“I'll help you prepare it. I don't know how to since I've never made it but I'll ask the chef to guide me while I prepare it myself.” 

What am I doing? Why'd I offer to do that myself? 

I walked to the kitchen and ordered them to bring out everything needed for instant noodles.

I looked at the foreign items in front of me, thinking about where to start.

The chef guided me and in no 20 minutes, I was done. Apparently it's not supposed to take that long but I mistakenly drowned the noodles with too much water in my first try.

I carried the noodles to the room.

“Here. Noodles. Eat.” 

She didn't move and just alternated looks between the plate and myself.

I read somewhere that some people can't eat what others unless the other person tastes it first.

“Ah. You want me to take a bite?” 

Silence. She fixed her eyes on me and kept quiet so I picked up the fork and took a bite before she finally loosened up and ate.

She has an eating disorder? What on earth did those vile creatures she call family, do to her for her to be like this?