[Stewart Household]
"Are you sure she's alright, Dad?" Fiona asked softly, watching her father return from Ester's room. He looked exhausted—shoulders slumped, eyes shadowed, the weight of the night pressing heavily on him.
Fredrick exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "I think so. The medicine should help her sleep for now."
His voice was low, worn out.
After fielding a barrage of media questions and then hours at the police station, Ester had finally slipped into a fragile calm—one she hadn't shown since the incident.
Fredrick still couldn't wrap his head around it. Roseline Bennett… attacked. And his wife—gentle, anxious Ester—had been the one to discover her lying unconscious and bleeding. The shock alone had nearly shattered her. Even after the officers confirmed Roseline had survived the attempt on her life, Ester remained jittery and pale, clinging to Fredrick like she would fall apart without him.
