Reborn Young Miss: Phoenix Burning Red-Chapter 472: Adrian Han (2)

Adrienne couldn’t sleep that very same night. No matter how luxurious and comfortable her room was, she missed being home with her husband by her side. She didn’t doubt that Lennox felt the same. If Alistair hadn’t threatened her, she wouldn’t willingly come to him and be confined in this strange place.

The rain resumed pouring outside, drenching everything in sight and making her feel even more trapped and isolated. Alistair had left her alone for now, but she didn’t dare to lower her guard for fear that he might assault her in her sleep.

She sat on the bed and rested her head on her folded arms, trying to calm her racing thoughts and find some semblance of peace. Adrienne felt she was experiencing the same hell she endured in her previous life. She desperately hoped that this nightmare would soon come to an end.

The place was no different from the mansion she used to live in with Alistair. Servants came and went to check on her, ensuring she wasn’t trying to do anything to escape or to hurt herself further. She couldn’t bear the constant surveillance, feeling trapped and stripped of her freedom, but Adrienne knew she needed to endure all of this, trusting that her brother and her husband would eventually rescue her.

Adrienne was lost in her thoughts when she suddenly heard a commotion outside her room. She could listen to the servants panicking, speaking in hushed voices as they moved around the villa. Curiosity piqued, Adrienne cautiously opened the door to investigate.

"What should we do? The young master is burning with fever, but the doctor couldn’t come at this late hour," one servant whispered to another. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"We should try to lower his temperature." Another servant commented. "These horrible weather conditions are not helping."

Adrienne then heard the cry of a child resounding through the peaceful night within the villa. She had an idea who the child was, but she couldn’t be certain until she could see the child. She tried to ignore the crying, but it proved difficult as she kept hearing his cry and the panicked voices of the servants.

The crying continued, and Adrienne clenched her jaws, thinking she wouldn’t have a peaceful night with the child’s loud crying. She found the sound to see what was going on. As she rounded the corner, she saw a small figure huddled in the arms of a distressed servant. It was Ayla’s son, whom Alistair named after Adrienne.

Adrian Han.

Adrienne remembered Myrtle’s disgusted expression when she delivered the news to her. Ayla would roll on her grave if she knew her husband named their son after Adrienne. Adrienne only frowned when she heard the news and thought Alistair’s obsession with her had reached a new level of madness.

But now, seeing Adrian Han in the arms of a servant, his tiny face flushed with fever and tears streaming down his rosy cheeks, Adrienne’s heart swelled with compassion. This child was unfortunate to be born to such parents, but it was unfair to judge him solely based on the circumstances of his birth.

Without a second thought, she rushed over to them.

"What’s wrong with him?" she asked, her voice stern and cold.

Adrienne approached cautiously, careful not to startle the young boy wrapped in blankets, his tiny face red and flushed with fever. The servant cradling him looked up, eyes wide with worry.

"I’m sorry, my lady," the servant whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes in panic. "I didn’t know what else to do. He’s burning up, and there’s no one available to help. Young Master is unwell, and we do not know what to do. The doctor cannot come until morning."

Seeing the child cry helplessly reminded Adrienne of the memories of when Dylan would fall sick in the middle of the night with no one willing to help them. Her annoyance towards Alistair rose to another level. This was his child, and yet he left his son under someone’s care and ignored his needs. She thought he would treat his son better but was sorely mistaken. His son’s living arrangement was no different from Dylan’s, but unlike Dylan, Adrian didn’t have a mother figure to look after him.

Without hesitation, Adrienne stepped forward, her instincts taking over. She touched the child’s forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish body. The weight of her helplessness pressed heavily on her. She might not be able to bear a child, but that didn’t mean she was capable of providing care and comfort to someone in need.

This child was Alistair and Ayla’s son, but he was also her nephew by blood. Adrienne couldn’t hate the child, no matter how cruel his parents were.

"Let me see him," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The servant nodded gratefully and gently handed the child over to Adrienne. Adrienne gently took Adrian into her arms, feeling his small body tremble against hers. Ignoring the voice in the back of her mind that warned her of the dangers of getting attached to the child, she focused on what was important at that moment: providing comfort and care to an innocent soul in need.

She gave the child a good look. Adrian Han was only a few months old. His father brutally murdered his mother before he even had a chance to hold her. Adrienne took pity on the child.

This boy was also born in her previous life, but she had never seen him nor knew anything about him aside from Noah saying in passing that Adrian Han was no different from his father. Which only meant to Adrienne that this boy grew up without knowing what love was.

"Bring me some ice and find any medicine we can give him." She told the servants before bringing the child back into her room and laying him gently on the bed. She rummaged in the connected washroom until she found a small basin and cloth. Dipping the cloth into a nearby pitcher of water, she wrung it out and placed it on the boy’s forehead, hoping to relieve his fever.

The servants returned with a handful of ice and a bottle of fever reducer for children. Adrienne thanked them and instructed them to find a spare crib and blankets to make the child more comfortable. As she continued to tend to Adrian, her mind raced with thoughts of Alistair and the twisted circumstances that brought her here.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Alistair had intentionally left his son without proper care or if it was simply neglect born out of his obsession and selfishness.

Either way, it fueled Adrienne’s determination to protect the innocent child in her arms from the same fate that befell her in her previous life. Perhaps they could spare the child from what awaited his cruel father.

Adrienne swiftly began her makeshift treatment. She placed a few ice cubes in a cloth and gently pressed it against Adrian’s burning cheeks, hoping to cool down his body temperature. Then, she carefully administered the medicine. Adrian whimpered and shifted restlessly on the bed, his tiny hand reaching out to grip Adrienne’s finger. The touch of innocence in his frail grasp tugged at her heartstrings. She knew she couldn’t let him suffer like this, abandoned and neglected by his father.

As the night wore on, Adrienne stayed by Adrian’s side, constantly monitoring his temperature and trying various methods to alleviate his discomfort. The rain continued to pour outside, providing a somber backdrop to their struggle. But within the confines of that room, Adrienne felt an unexpected connection forming between herself and the child.

Adrienne found solace from her troubles in those quiet moments as she whispered soothing words and held Adrian close. Her focus shifted from her predicament to this innocent life that depended on her care.

Hours passed, and eventually, Adrian’s fever began to subside. His cries grew softer until they were mere whimpers before finally falling into a peaceful slumber. Adrienne breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was finally finding some respite from his discomfort. But her heart still ached for him, for the hardships he would surely face growing up under Alistair’s influence.

In the quietness of the room, Adrienne’s mind began to wander back to Lennox. She missed him deeply and longed for his reassuring presence by her side.

"Please be safe," she prayed from the depths of her heart.