"Truth? What truth? Are you crazy? This is ridiculous! What kind of madman are you? What kind of obsession is this, John? Why do you love me so much?" she yelled, her voice rising in desperation. "My father will hear about this! Let go of my hand, you low-born maid!"
Jennie and Tom held her firmly beside me, their expressions a mix of concern and resolve. I could see the panic in her eyes, but I remained unyielding.
"Your father won't save you here; no one knows you're here," I replied, my voice steady.
"She is still here. Make her go now," I ordered, my tone brooking no argument.
Tom and Jennie exchanged glances but nodded, moving to leave the room. As they stepped outside, the door closed behind them, leaving me in a tense silence.
I walked to Elenore's bed and lay down, feeling an overwhelming sense of fatigue wash over me. It wasn't just physical; it was a mental and emotional exhaustion that weighed heavily on my mind.
