CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 389: THE HALF MASK

Faced with Emma’s angry questioning.

Ian Bailey frowned and looked at Basil Smith.

Basil Smith said in a low voice, "It’s anorexia. Len Taylor mentioned that a week ago, the Young Madam already had tendencies towards anorexia."

Anorexia wouldn’t threaten her life immediately, but for Nancy Allen, it undoubtedly adds insult to injury.

In the following two days, Emma became so irritable that she wanted to smash things.

No matter how they persuaded her, no matter who tried to feed her, or what was offered, Nancy would always vomit after eating.

The turmoil made her whole body thin to the point of distortion.

Severe rejection made her completely unable to ingest food, gradually weakening her to the point where she couldn’t even get out of bed.

If this goes on, she really won’t be able to hold on.

Nancy was like a precious porcelain full of cracks, surrounded by many experts trying to mend her, yet she could shatter at any careless touch, leaving everyone helpless.

As Nancy grew weaker by the day, the entire Imperial Garden felt like it was under a thick cloud, the atmosphere depressing.

...

While everyone was contemplating what to do, a figure holding food entered the room.

"Nancy, could you eat a little? You can’t continue being sick like this; you’ll need to eat well to be healthy."

Nancy drowsily opened her eyes and saw the person standing beside the bed.

Dressed in a black suit, with sleeves buttoned neatly, and wearing a golden half-mask.

Nancy’s hollow gaze suddenly gained a glimmer of light.

This was the half-mask Godfery Shaw had used when impersonating Julius Shaw at the auction with Nancy in the past.

Back then, Nancy already realized it was Godfery Shaw behind the mask but pretended not to know.

Seeing him again, her subconscious thought it was Godfery Shaw.

Nancy murmured, "Godfery Shaw."

Julius Shaw’s footsteps stiffened, but he didn’t refute. He suppressed his voice and said, "Could you eat a little first?"

Joy was obviously present in Nancy’s vacant gaze: "Okay."

Despite Nancy’s physical and psychological aversion to food, she obediently opened her mouth.

Julius Shaw felt quite conflicted at this moment; his life always involved simple thoughts, except when it came to Nancy, his view of the world was straight negative.

But for Nancy, he forced himself to compromise.

Nancy didn’t want to see his face, so he masked it to meet her.

Nancy mistook him for Godfery Shaw, so he let her believe he was Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw disappeared, and Julius thought he had won their battle for her.

But now it seems, he had thoroughly lost.

Nancy took a few bites, shook her head, and said, "I feel uncomfortable, continuing to eat might make me throw up."

She’s always been afraid to tell anyone she wanted to vomit; every time she does, she feels scared and worried, subconsciously believing that vomiting after meals would lead to something bad happening.

But at this moment, she assumed she was facing Godfery Shaw, so there was nothing to worry about; if it was Godfery, talking to him would be fine.

Julius Shaw frowned as if dissatisfied but still withdrew his hand.

He had to learn to respect her wishes and stop forcing her...

Julius Shaw stood up, ready to put down the food.

Nancy noticed and quickly asked, "Are you leaving?"

Her gaze was slightly flustered, carrying dependence.

Julius Shaw paused, shook his head, "I’m not leaving, go ahead and sleep, we can eat more when you wake up."

Nancy murmured in agreement and obediently closed her eyes to sleep.

She still had a needle in the back of her hand, relying on IV fluids to maintain her nutrition, the area had spread large bruises, there was hardly any space left for more needles.

Emma went upstairs after discussing with Basil Smith and the others, opened the door, and saw someone inside.

Emma’s complexion changed immediately.

Everyone was downstairs; the person appearing in the room on the second floor with just a glance from the back, Emma knew it was Julius Shaw.

With Nancy’s condition, he’s still here to provoke Nancy!

Emma was about to lose her temper but saw Nancy sleeping soundly. Due to anxiety and anorexia, Nancy had difficulty falling asleep recently and often woke abruptly.

Emma forcibly restrained the anger ready to burst out and said in a very low voice, "Leave quickly while she hasn’t seen you."

Julius Shaw did not move.

Emma reached out to drag Julius Shaw, mainly because she had seen Nancy’s intense reactions upon seeing Julius and didn’t want her to wake up startled.

Julius Shaw looked at Emma with cold eyes.

Emma stiffened slightly under that beast-like gaze, assuming Julius might act violently.

The next moment, Julius Shaw shook off Emma’s hand, turned away and left, taking along the cartoon cup set aside.

These cartoon cups were specially used for presenting food to Nancy, avoiding her fear of regular tableware.

Emma disdainfully pursed her lips. Now he wants Nancy to eat, where was this before?

Thinking a mask could hide the face and everything would be fine?

Emma internally grumbled a few words before quieting down. She looked at the emaciated Nancy and sighed, what would they do if this kept up?

Emma hesitated about informing Nancy’s parents, and Old Mr. Reed, and Sophie Allen.

But then she thought, if they knew, how sad would they be?

Five years ago, after Nancy’s incident, Emma wasn’t clear on others, but Robert Reed nearly couldn’t withstand it.

While Emma wavered, her uncle arrived.

Several renowned doctors gathered to discuss Nancy’s next treatment plan.

Anorexia was put first; given Nancy’s current terrible physical state, anorexia was deadly, while psychological issues would be gradually adjusted later.

Emma’s uncle was very authoritative in psychology and wanted to check on Nancy’s condition as soon as he arrived, accompanied by Ian Bailey and Basil Smith.

The three went upstairs with Emma.

Because now Nancy only trusted Emma and was unwilling to let others approach, such unfamiliar medical encounters were best with Emma present to avoid startling Nancy.

The group approached the door, instinctively lowering their voices.

Emma pushed open the room door.

And everyone froze.

Julius Shaw with the mask was feeding Nancy with the cartoon cup, and Nancy obediently opened her mouth and swallowed, without showing discomfort or the urge to vomit.

The four exchanged glances, all looking at Emma.

Emma was bewildered too.

She couldn’t figure out what was going on?

These days, whenever Nancy saw Julius Shaw, she would scream in terror, let alone eat; she couldn’t calm down.

Could it really be that wearing a mask to cover his face made everything okay?

Nancy subconsciously shrank and hid behind Julius when seeing so many people appear, calling out, "Godfery Shaw."

Julius Shaw’s cold gaze glanced at the crowd, then turned to Nancy and said, "It’s okay, eat two more bites."

Emma’s jaw almost dropped in shock.

If it wasn’t for that murderous gaze, she would’ve thought it was Godfery Shaw for a moment.

This unreasonable maniac, Julius Shaw, wasn’t even angry when Nancy mistakenly called him Godfery Shaw?

Now wasn’t the time to think about these things; it’s hard enough for Nancy to eat a few bites without vomiting, Emma didn’t want to disrupt it at this moment.

She turned to Basil Smith and the others and said, "I’m here watching; you all leave first, wait until she eats a bit."

The three doctors looked at the situation over there, nodded, and went downstairs.

Emma sat down on the small sofa in the room, counting every bite Nancy took.

It was like counting money; with each count, her eyes shone brightly.

By the sixth bite, Nancy shook her head and wouldn’t eat anymore.

Emma was genuinely surprised; they were already feeding when they came up, and now she had eaten a whole six bites.

It had to be Godfery Shaw!

Even a disguised Godfery Shaw worked.

Despite her mental breakdown, this girl Nancy was still fixated on Godfery Shaw.

After finishing the feed, Julius Shaw stood up and left, turning away with an aggressive, sinister gaze.

It made one wonder, how long can this person keep up the guise?