Chapter 93: Hearing Allison’s calm instructions, the butler wasted no time. With Lorna in tow, he quickly headed upstairs, hoping to calm her down.

“Thank you, Miss Clarke!” he responded, with a strange sense of trust towards her. Maybe it was the way Kellan treated her that convinced him: any woman Kellan trusted and liked couldn’t be incapable.

“Take it easy, slow and easy!” Allison urged, turning to help Kellan, guiding him carefully towards the couch. By now, the pain had taken over Kellan, leaving him speechless and pale, like a ghost. His neurogenic headaches, when they flared, were like a storm in his mind: dizziness, an intense ringing in his ears. Despite everything, he endured the torment in silence, biting his lips and refusing to make a sound.

Allison quickly grabbed some tissues and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. “The doctor will be here soon,” she reassured him. When her fingers brushed his forehead, a flash of recognition crossed Kellan’s pained face. Through the haze of agony, a faint, familiar scent reached him, clearing his mind slightly.

“I… I’ve smelled this before… It’s… the perfume… that you made… yourself,” he murmured weakly, struggling to form coherent thoughts through the pain.

Allison suddenly remembered their previous conversation. Without hesitation, she reached into her bag, pulled out a small bottle of perfume, and sprayed the room. The moment Kellan inhaled the familiar scent, a slight relaxation appeared on his face, and the tension in his arms began to ease. However, the pain clung to him like a shadow, and drops of cold sweat ran down his forehead. Her slightly curled eyelashes trembled as her body shuddered. Every time agitation took hold of him, his eyes would turn red, revealing a fragility Allison had never witnessed.

Allison gently massaged his pressure points, wanting to ease his torment.

“Hold on a little longer,” he murmured.

Suddenly, Kellan reached out and touched her arm. His skin felt like fire against hers, and their position seemed to suggest that they were leaning on each other, two pillars in the midst of the storm. From her position, Allison noticed that Kellan’s fingers trembled slightly. He was suffering immense agony, but not a single sound escaped him.

Taking a few deep breaths, Kellan’s voice came out weak but firm. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. You’re a guest, and this… this is not how I wanted to welcome you.”

Allison shook her head, dismissing his concern. “You don’t need to apologize. Everyone gets sick.”

As she looked at Kellan, who was barely hanging on, Allison suddenly felt a sense of unknowing. After all, Kellan had always exuded strength and detachment, maintaining poise and elegance even in life-threatening situations. When had he allowed himself to show so much vulnerability? Even through the torment, he still worried about his hospitality towards her.

“Don’t move. I have medication for neurogenic headaches. It won’t cure everything, but it should give you relief,” Allison said, leaving the perfume behind as she grabbed her purse and ran out the door.

She had already witnessed these symptoms during her stay with the Stevens family. Lindy often suffered from similar headaches. There were many triggers, both physical and psychological, that could cause these neurogenic migraines, but the only constant was their intensity. Many patients had even considered ending their suffering during the episodes. To this day, the definitive cure remained elusive. Years ago, Allison had invested in the MDH Pharmaceutical Research Institute abroad. When she contacted them, she learned that they were the only center in the world developing medications to relieve such pain. The Calming Capsule they produced couldn’t completely eradicate neurogenic headaches, but it offered considerable relief. Allison had managed to acquire some of those capsules three years ago for Lindy’s treatment.

Just as she opened the car door, her phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. She answered, but heard Colton’s voice on the other end.

“I can’t believe you blocked me. You…” His tone dripped with disbelief.

Allison didn’t have time to entertain him. He hung up quickly. The phone beeped, and Colton looked at his device, seething with anger. If it weren’t for his mother’s illness, he would never have stooped to asking Allison for help. He tried calling again, changing numbers in a desperate attempt to reach her. The phone was ringing incessantly.

Annoyed, Allison finally answered, her voice cold and distant. “If you have something to say, let it be quick. I don’t have time for this.”

Colton was irritated by her coldness, but he reminded himself that he still needed her help. Swallowing his pride, he spoke as calmly as he could. “Allison, could you bring the medication for neurogenic headaches? I’ll pay you if I have to. My mother is once again in unbearable pain. That’s why I’m calling you.”