Elara almost lost her strength and couldn't walk. The stress she was experiencing was too much for her delicate heart. However, she forced herself to walk out of her chamber.
From the end of the hallway, she saw several burly men carried a stretcher with Edgar walked at the very front. Behind them, she could see Mr. Vitas walked slowly, accompanied by John who was carrying his medical bag.
On the stretcher was her husband's body. Jared Strongmoor looked lifeless. The sight made her heart skipped a beat. Elara was very worried that they were too late.
What if her husband's wound was fatal?
What if the scarf didn't work?
She clutched the scarf tightly and her mouth muttered prayers to the gods. She really hoped her husband could be saved. Jared was still too young to die. Their granddaughter, Harlow, was very little. She needed to grow up with her loving grandfather around her.
