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Chapter 2312
"Nothing." Presliethen said, "Don't bother Yesseca. It's impossible for us to be together anyway. We're on opposite sides." Soon, it was the next day.
Early that morning, someone knocked on Yesseca's front door.
Yesseca opened the door and was shocked to see who it was.
The person standing behind her door was Sheldon.
"Sheldon. Are you looking for Preslie?" Yesseca asked.
Because Sheldon was by himself, she assumed that he had come looking for Preslie.
Sheldon stared at Yesseca. "Miss Cowell, I'm not here for Preslie. I'm here for you."
Yesseca's breathing grew heavy as her face turned cold. "Sheldon, if you've come looking for me for you own reasons, I'm fine with that. But if you're here because Tremaine told you to, then I won't talk to you." "Miss Cowell, the president didn't send me here."
As soon as Yesseca relaxed, Sheldon asked, "Ms. Cowell, do you know what happened to the president that night, after you said all those things to him?"
"He vomited blood! He had to be taken to the hospital!"
Yesseca felt her heart jump. Just as she was about to ask him for details, she caught herself and stopped herself from asking. Regardless, whether he had vomited blood or not, if he had been sent to the hospital, none of this was her business anymore.
On top of that, Tremaine was the president of Nashaland.
He had access to the very best medical services around, he would be fine.
"That's none of my business. Sheldon, whether he had sent you here or not, if you're going to be talking about Tremaine, I'm afraid I won't be welcoming you inside. You have a good day now." Yesseca then began to shut the door.
The things Yesseca said and acted clearly aggravated Sheldon as he suddenly grew angry.
Sheldon raised his voice and said, "The president vomited blood because of the things you said. At the hospital, the doctor told us that he was suffering from a disease that is seriously affecting his body. He's suffering from depression! I think you know very well why he has this!"
"If you don't know, then I'll tell you! Ever since you've left Nashaland, he's been growing weaker and weaker. His face grew haggard and his body weaker. He's been suffering from depression ever since you left!"
"He knows that you are still angry at him, that's why he always comes by in secret and watches you from your store. He also didn't dare to go in
and buy your pastries, instead hone
sends someone else to go in and buy it for him. Eating your
handmade pastries alleviates some of the longing he feels for you."
"In order to ensure that he never runs out of your pastries, the president specifically ordered me to stockpile them in cold storage. As his closest subordinate, I had hoped with the time that has passed, you would have calmed down enough to consider talking to him again... but you remained aggressively hostile to him. You've even barred him from being able to buy your pastries! You've gone so far as to put up a sign that says so on your shop!"
"Yesseca, the president is completely infatuated with you. How could you do such a thing to him?!"
Sheldon's continuous line of aggressive questioning began to upset Yesseca.
She then said angrily, "Infatuated?! He's infatuated with me?! If he's so infatuated with me, how could he have done all those things to me? Why did he suspect me of wanting to hurt Montez?! Why did he drive me out of the Quartley Palace?! He even drove me out of Nashaland! To hell with his infatuation!" NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
"The president was wrong to have done all of that! No one is perfect, everybody makes mistakes. Surely you understand that!"
"Of course I understand that!" Yesseca said. "But you should also understand this, Sheldon. Some mistakes can be forgiven, while some can never be forgiven!"
"If we could forgive every mistake that happens in this world, what use are the police? What use is the law?"