If such a thing happened, it would probably give Ellinor a real headache.
Balfour knew deep down that he wasn't exactly the best big brother. All he could do now was to do his utmost to protect her and stop her from getting into any more scrapes.
Meanwhile, in a high-end private room at the hospital.
Marissa was lying in bed, knocked out by the sedatives, but her brow was still furrowed. She was not even relaxed in her sleep.
By her bedside, Putnam sat in his wheelchair, deeply worried as he watched Marissa.
All they could do now was keep her away from any stress until she woke up. Once she did, she would definitely ask about Ellinor.
Damn, that little girl’s death was such a shame. How could she die so young?
"Grandpa, how's Grandma doing now?"
Just as Putnam was sighing to himself, a girl's voice sounded from behind him.
All his attention was on Marissa, so Putnam didn't take much notice of the voice and assumed it was his granddaughter who had returned.
"Your grandma still needs a bit more time to regain consciousness." He answered, turning his head to look at his ‘granddaughter.’
However, the moment he saw the girl standing behind him, Putnam got a fright and even rolled back a bit in his wheelchair.
It was Ellinor!
Ellinor was wearing hospital clothes; her forehead was wrapped in bandages, and her face was pale, but her eyes were bright, and she seemed in good spirits.
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