Elsie was just about to ask for help: "Can you maybe—"
Before she could finish, Johnny had already backed away and shut the door in her face.
Elsie let out a deep sigh.
If things were reversed and it was Mr. William who was sick, she probably wouldn't even blink before kicking him out.
Call Eric or Grace, or worst case, just dump him back at the Harding place—someone would take care of him.
But now? Now things were complicated.
He had just finished taking care of her without even changing his clothes. She couldn’t just turn him away coldly, not after that. No matter how much she wanted to.
So here she was, trying to keep him upright with all her might, one hand fumbling around behind him to unlock her door.
It took all the strength she had to half-carry, half-drag
