Caelmoor Central Hospital.
It was past midnight. Elaria lay unconscious in the pristine hospital room, her face and limbs covered in cuts and bruises. A large purple bruise spanned her lower back.
Thankfully, there was no serious internal trauma.
The doctors called it a miracle.
Sebastian had taken care of everything else. Now, he just sat at her bedside, waiting for her to open her eyes.
Mr. Richards walked in, leaning heavily on his cane. At the sight of Sebastian sitting there like some heartbroken romantic, he let out a cold laugh. "Putting on this lovesick act now? Too bad no one's buying it. Come outside."
Sebastian gave Elaria one last glance, wiped his face, and followed him out.
In the hallway, Mr. Richards stared at his once-prized grandson, stern as ever.
