Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Thinking about those things, Elijah’s discomfort lessened.

Those were the paths Sheena had once walked in the Freeman family, and now he was just retracing them. However, he still could not help but wonder if everything could return to the beginning once everything was repaid.

With this thought, Elijah clenched his fists, forced himself to hold on, and adjusted his kneeling posture to be more standard.

In this late–night downpour, he had been kneeling in the garden for two hours while Sheena stood by the window, watching for the same duration.

Since the incident when Sheena was drugged, the bodyguards had a rule of taking turns to watch during the late hours. It was Ford’s duty tonight, and he hid in the shadows, observing the man in the garden.

Despite Elijah’s weakened condition due to the effects of the modified serum, he remained unwavering from the beginning. Even though he was swaying now and then, his posture remained straight.

Ford could not help but admire Elijah.

Despite kneeling, Elijah still exuded a sense of dignity that prevented anyone from looking down on him. Ford could not bear to witness the breaking of such pride. After many dilemmas, he quietly entered the mansion and knocked on Sheena’s door.

“Come in.”

Ford walked in and stood not far behind Sheena.

Sheena did not turn around, her gaze fixed on the man kneeling in the garden, her expression indifferent. “What’s the matter?”

Ford nervously responded, “Ms. Lawson, with Mr. Freeman’s current physical condition, he might get sick.”

Sheena sneered, “So what? I didn’t force him to kneel this time. He enjoys deceiving me under the disguise of repaying me, so let him play his part.”

“Ms. Lawson…”

“Leave.”

Sheena shut the curtains and headed straight to the bathroom to prepare for sleep.

Ford sighed and had no choice but to exit, returning to his post.

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The rain continued throughout the night, only gradually easing up toward dawn. Elijah had lost track of how long he had been kneeling. All he knew was that his knees down to his shins were numb, and his entire body felt cold and devoid of sensation.

Even though the rain had stopped, the wind against his face still stung like a knife.

When Ford emerged, he was surprised to find Elijah still persisting. “Mr. Freeman, it’s time to get up.

Was it enough?

Elijah’s pale lips involuntarily twitched.

If Ford was telling him to get up, did that mean the ordeal was over? Would he finally be free of his debts?

Attempting to rise, Elijah felt the sudden release of the tension he had been holding. His head began to grow heavier, and his vision gradually faded.

“Mr. Freeman? Mr. Freeman!”

Ford felt Elijah’s forehead, which was alarmingly hot. Even though he had passed out, Elijah’s body continued to shiver uncontrollably. After a night in the rain, he was running a high fever!

Ford promptly took him back to his room and went upstairs to consult Sheena.

Sheena had just woken up and was combing her hair at the dressing table. Upon learning that Elijah had passed out while kneeling, Sheena paused for a moment. However, she quickly continued combing, saying indifferently, “Got it. Get a doctor to check on him.”

“Yes, Ms. Lawson.”

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