Chapter 139

After dinner, the maid wheeled Ethan back to his room. "Sir-" "Shh..." Ethan raised a hand to cut her off and motioned for her to leave. The door clicked shut, and the room fell back into its dim, quiet state. He rolled his wheelchair to the bedside and looked down at Celeste, who was fast asleep. Gently, he tucked the blanket around her. "Ms. Lane..." Celeste suddenly grabbed his hand. Her brows were knitted tight, and her lips were trembling as she murmured, distressed, "Ms. Lane, where are you?" Ethan froze for a second. Ms. Lane? He looked puzzled for a moment, but what really caught his attention was just how hot her hand felt. He instinctively reached out to touch her forehead-burning hot. "Celeste..." he called softly, trying to wake her, but she seemed locked in a nightmare. Her face twisted in pain as faint sobs escaped her lips. "Dad... Mom... wake up... please wake up..." This wasn't the first time she'd talked in her sleep, but tonight, everything was clearer-more vivid tha