[Margaret's Perspective]
I took Elizabeth's hand and said, "Elizabeth, thank you."
This was the first time I had thanked Elizabeth so sincerely, but I was really touched at this moment. I added, "Thank you for caring about me and loving me like this."
"Of course. We're sisters," Elizabeth said. She focused on me again, looking me up and down. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"How have you been these past two days? Has Armstrong been treating you well?" I asked.
"Everything is fine."
Elizabeth avoided my eyes as she spoke. She directed her gaze at my sheets. I noticed her unusual reaction. Elizabeth always acted strangely when I mentioned Armstrong, which made me worried about their relationship.
"Are you still living at home these two days?" I asked indirectly.
"Right," Elizabeth said.
"The pack isn't safe now. Didn't Armstrong ask you to move back?" I frowned.
