Early the next morning, the first thing Eliza did was drive to the hospital to check on Demarion.
Last night, after she and Beau went home to rest, the butler was by Demarion's side to take care of him.
Even though Eliza knew that the butler was a rather considerate person, he had also watched Braint and Demarion growing up.
However, if she didn't see Demarion lying peacefully on the hospital bed, she would not be at ease.
After she arrived at the ward, she pushed the door and went in as usual.
She thought that the back figure sitting in the ward was the butler, so she said while entering the door,
"Thank you. I've brought you the porridge I cooked in the morning. Eat it while it's hot. Go back and have a rest."
"Okay, thank you."
A deep and old voice rang out.
Eliza's hand that was opening the container paused slightly.
This voice...
No!
