Elara rushed to the hospital to see William one last time before his body could be taken away for the funeral ceremony, her heart beating fast, filled with guilt as a part of her thought this was all because of her.
And was it not?
The old man, despite being cunning and selfish when he bound her to his grandson because he wanted to protect his family from a vixen like Beatrice, was the only one who ever truly cared about her and treated her right.
She couldn't care about what he used to think; all she could think of was the way he treated her like his own granddaughter.
There were times they spent hours playing ludo and chess in his tea room, sharing nothing more than mundane things.
No matter how busy he was, he always made time for her, never forgot her on important occasions, and always brought little gifts from wherever he went when he went out too far.
