Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: 611-Sadly, Emmet!

Helanie:

"Please eat something. You’re still very weak," Norman insisted, sitting in front of me on the bed and holding a bowl of soup.

I had woken up a few hours ago after another big nap and had managed to shift and begin healing. But the inner wounds would take a lot longer. I would still break down now and then when I thought about my child.

It had only been three days and I kept waking up and passing out.

"I went there to help Emmet out," I started speaking again, not about my baby this time, but about why I was there in the first place. Norman deserved to know.

My baby was his baby too. I was supposed to be resting, or at the very least, I should have told him where I was going. That’s why I needed to tell him everything that happened that night. I wanted him to understand why I didn’t tell him, and why I was even there.

"He was in so much pain, and he didn’t have much time. He told me about the well and how it heals when the sick drink from it in the presence of their mate. I wanted to be there for him, but the well was dry."

Even thinking about that night made it hard to speak. It had only been a few days, but it felt like I had suffered for ages stuck in that well.

"Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I would stop you?" Norman caressed my cheek, his eyes filling with tears.

"No. Emmet made me promise not to tell anyone. He didn’t want to give anyone false hope. And he was right. The well was dry. He couldn’t have healed. I don’t even know how he’ll feel when he finds out that the well he was relying on is—- gone."

My heart broke again, and tears poured from my eyes like lava at the thought of watching Emmet lose his mind, his memories— everything.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, wondering how badly I had hurt him by not taking better care of myself.

"Of course not. You didn’t do anything wrong." He set the bowl aside so he could hold my hand between his.

"Norman, I know what happened. Somebody pushed me into the well," I said, and he raised his head from my hand, staring straight at my face.

"It was really windy that night, so it might have felt like I slipped, but I didn’t. I was pushed. I was forced to go down." I repeated myself, and I saw Norman’s expression slowly harden.

"Where is Emmet? Is he okay?" I suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be there that night too. Had someone attacked him as well?