Charles rose from his seat and approached his daughter. Touching her brow lightly he found it slightly warm.
“I would be much saddened to see you not well, my dear. Go back to bed and I’ll send Sue with a tray for you.”
Bella had no intention of returning to her torturous bed, and tried to convince her father to let her stay.
“There’s no need father. I’ll just have a small bite here and relax in the library.”
“Nonsense. Come now, I’ll see you abed before I go.”
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