|| STELLA HARPER's POV ||

" Madam! Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

It was the lady caretaker who asked me these questions. I had been splashing water on my face over the past hour literally. The nightmares came back again. When I woke up in my empty cold bed, I was sweaty all over. Probably, I didn't ever cure myself.

I waved my hands dismissively,

" I am fine! Thanks for your concern. Just give me a coffee!"

The lady caretaker nodded before leaving. She didn't look convinced by my answer. Probably, his sick torture reached all ears. The caretaker was the only person who cared for me...