As the doctor handed Evan a prescription for medicine, he delivered a solemn message, his voice filled with concern. "There is a wound that will take time to heal. Until then, please take care of her," the doctor advised, emphasizing the importance of caring for Aubrey's well-being. Evan accepted the prescription with gratitude, his eyes reflecting his worry as he glanced at Aubrey, who lay pale and fragile on the bed. Slowly, he approached her and tenderly brushed her hair from her forehead with his finger.
"I am sorry," Evan whispered softly, a tinge of sadness evident in his voice. His face bore the weight of his regrets as he realized the impact of recent events. Just then, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and without uttering a word, a maid entered the room.
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