"I would like to return to my manor now," Aylin stated with conviction and the lady behind her could not refute her for a moment.
Elena stared at Aylin's back, stunned by the confidence she had in her. A day ago, she was devastated and broken. Now, she seemed to be prepared for a battle. Something in her had changed. But Elena could not make out what. Aylin seemed to be herself but not at the same time.
"You are still sick, Aylin. Please stay until you recuperate at least." Elena tried to stop her using the pretense of her sickness. At least this way, she could push Aylin's departure for a few days and think of a plan later on.
Aylin's house had a lot of dreadful memories. Even Elena, who in no way was related to the people who had died, was fearful to stay at the manor. So, she was reluctant to send the young lady to the unfortunate and terrifying house.
