Elijah took Hermione to the hospital. He watched her lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her face pale against the white sheets.
The doctor said she was already. Still, seeing the bruises visible on her body sent a fury in him that he struggled to contain.
“She has fatigue due to extreme exhaustion,” Elijah remembered what the doctor said. “She will be fine after some rest and medication, but she should be wary of overworking. This might not be good for her health in the long term.”
Elijah gritted his teeth in anger. Hermione had been holding herself together, pushing beyond her limits, and for what? To be met with nothing but indifference and cruelty from the Elsher family.
As he sat there, silently seething, Harold stepped into the room.
“Young master,” he greeted. His glance mo
