I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 461

On the other side of the city, Finnegan's fever spiked again the moment he returned home and was haunted by the memory of Nora's icy indifference.

When Adelaide Fletcher pushed the bedroom door open, he was propped up against the headboard, a damp towel draped over his forehead.

In just a few days, he had lost a shocking amount of weight. His eyes were sunken, dark circles bruising his skin, and rough stubble lined his jaw. He looked nothing like the ruthless, high-powered corporate titan he used to be.

Seeing her son in such a miserable state, Adelaide's eyes instantly welled with tears. She slammed the thermal soup container onto the nightstand and sat on the edge of his bed, glaring at him with fierce disappointment. "What on earth are you doing to yourself? Do you have a death wish?"

Her voice trembled, a mixture of severe heartache and maternal fury. She had heard the briefing from Liam. She knew her son had spent the entire night braving a freezing storm outside Nora's house, landing himself in the ER, and that heartless woman hadn't even glanced his way.

Finnegan cracked his eyes open, noted it was his mother, and heavily closed them again.

"Mom, I'm fine. It's just a mild cold."

His lethargic, defeated tone pushed Adelaide over the edge. She snatched the damp towel off his forehead, her voice shaking with rage. "A cold?! You call a hundred-and-four-degree fever a cold?! Finnegan Fletcher, you are my only surviving son! You were raised with the best of everything. Since when have you ever degraded yourself like this? You're throwing your life away over a woman!"

Finnegan didn't offer a single word of defense, simply keeping his eyes squeezed shut in the silence.

Outside, the sky was a bleak, oppressive grey—a perfect mirror of his soul.

Seeing him so unresponsive, Adelaide felt a spike of helpless frustration. She sank into the nearby armchair and softened her tone, trying to reason with him.

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