Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Many physicians had been called to the manor to check on her, only to be dismissed mercilessly by the man.

He was even more alarmed when her fever, which was hovering around 38 to 39 degrees celsius, raged for a week with no indication of subsiding.

Logically speaking, having such a high temperature would not render one unconscious. However, his woman was perpetually in a coma. Strangely, she would wake up on time just to have her meals and promptly go back to sleep afterward. It was too weird to be true.

After a week, the man had visibly thinned down due to not getting proper rest.

Everyone at the residence was walking on thin ice, not knowing when the man would erupt into a fit of violent outrage.

The situation was made worse when no doctors could diagnose the cause of her symptoms.

“Young Master, I think Young Madam may have been possessed,” Bo Yu told his master as he stood by the bedside.

“Possessed?” Mo Jiangye's voice was husky and full of menace.

“Did you not say that Young Madam only developed a high fever after watching a horror movie? I believe she has been possessed.”

The man sn.i.g.g.e.red contemptuously as intense fury flashed across his eyes all of a sudden. Staring ominously at Ye Erruo, who was sleeping fretfully, he swore to himself that he would slaughter any demon or ghost who was out to get his woman.

He fixed his angry eyes on her for a long while, as if he was channeling his ferocious energy into eradicating the demon possessing her there and then.

“I know an old man who can see the unseen realm with his yin-yang eyes. Do you want me to get him here to take a look at Young Madam?”

The man bellowed, “What are you waiting for?” He would slice the demon into pieces if this turned out to be true.

Bo Yu immediately left the room. His master had never been superst.i.tious, but when it concerned his beloved wife…

Sigh!

“Is lunch ready?” the man howled impatiently.

A jittery maid walked in with the food. “Y-Young Master, her lunch is here.”

At noon, Ye Erruo promptly woke up from her drowsy state.

“Baby Ruo, are you awake?” He held her hands anxiously.

The woman blinked at him, her vacuous stare seemingly looking past him to the s.p.a.ce beyond. The sight was enough to send him into a state of fretful panic and grief.

She had still been well enough to speak to him when she had woken up just a while ago, but all she did now was eat and sleep. She did not seem to recognize him anymore.

The man hurriedly took the bowl of porridge from the servant and helped his woman sit up on the bed before feeding her the congee.

“Talk to me, Baby Ruo. Where does it hurt?”

The woman sipped on the porridge impa.s.sively, appearing not to hear him at all.

He clenched his hand tightly around the bowl of porridge unconsciously with great agitation.

Crack!

A sound was heard before the bowl was crushed by his forceful exertion.

The hot porridge grains splashed his hand and dripped over the quilt.

He quickly took some tissue to wipe the quilt while the maid standing behind him scurried to clean up the place.

The woman slowly closed her eyes to go back to sleep again once she realized that there was no more food.

“Baby Ruo!” Panicking, he cried out to her, attempting to stop her from falling asleep. Unfortunately, she did not seem to hear him.

“Get lost!” He yelled and pushed the maid away.

Leaning over the bed in a half-kneeling position, he tapped her face gently as he called out her name repeatedly, hoping that she would open her eyes once more.

He was so upset with himself that he thought of chopping off his hand. She had already not been eating well recently, yet he had still recklessly spilled her food.

At the same time, he was surer than ever that she had been possessed. She was as odd as a puppet without a soul. She didn't seem to recognize his existence.

“Baby Ruo, don't frighten me.” When he realized that his attempts to wake her up were futile, he hugged her closely and tightly to him, his heart full of fear and anxiety.

He had been told that a possessed person could be tormented to death. n.o.body could s.n.a.t.c.h her from him, least of all, a demon or a ghost.

He had declared before that he would remove anyone who tried to take her away from him, be it an angel or a demon!