Elena was in a haze the entire afternoon.
Even though she was semi-unconscious, she could sense that Aunt Maisie was worrying over her from the bottom of her heart. The woman kept herself busy by changing out the cold towel on her forehead in an attempt to cool her down.
She could vaguely hear the contents of Aunt Maisie's phone call with Logan. It seemed that the man did not care about her in the slightest. He didn't call back, nor did he get anyone to send her to the hospital.
He acted as if Elena wasn't his wife, but a hateful stranger.
"Logan Bailey, I hate you!"
Still feeling hazy, hot tears began to stream down Elena's face. quickly disappearing into her long black hair.
"Madam, you're burning up! Mr. Bailey didn't give me any further instructions to treat you. Gosh, what on ea
