Chapter 42

Adela was lying on her bed, bursting into tears, soaking her pillow with them. She was mourning her lost life next to Stefan.

Her soul and body were withering. Her youth was blurred, and her face darkened. Her hair lost its shine. The flame disappeared from her eyes, and her body drained from the freshness of her youth.

Although the meals she was consuming under the pressure of Agnes were almost satisfactory, Adela had lost a lot of weight.

Her emaciated body had been shaking for hours from her sobs when suddenly ... a female bell-ringing voice was heard in the chamber. "Adela…"

Adela raised her head abruptly from the pillow in surprise. She wandered her gaze around the room, but there was no one. Was it just her idea, after all?

She sat up in her bed, wiping her eyes to clear her vision.

"It is anybody here?" she whispered, scared, searching at the half-dark room with her gaze.

"Stop looking around, Adela. You only hear my voice. "