Chapter 197

Freya’s POV Would she actually care about Isabella's wellbeing? *Don't make assumptions,* I chided myself, turning away before he could notice me eavesdropping. I slipped into Isabella's bedroom, forcing my emotions back under control. Isabella lay sleeping peacefully, the IV finally removed from her tiny arm. Sara was gently patting our daughter's forehead with a cool cloth, wiping away the sweat from her fever breaking. When she spotted me, she immediately moved aside, offering me the washcloth—expecting me to take over as I always had in the past. I shook my head slightly. Sara paused, confusion flickering across her weathered features before she resumed her ministrations, carefully changing Isabella into dry pajamas. I settled onto the small sofa in the corner of the room, watching my daughter's chest rise and fall with each breath. Only when Sara had finished did I speak. "Is the doctor gone?" I asked quietly. "Yes," Sara nodded. "What did he say? Will her fever return?" I was cal