The housekeeper stood frozen for a moment, still visibly surprised even after leaving the room.
Ever since the youngest Miss had gone missing years ago, the lady of the house had rarely seen daylight. But today, she’d actually asked to sit out in the sun.
Tristan and Jesse were waiting outside the door. Tristan frowned. “What happened?”
“The lady wanted some sunlight…”
The housekeeper hesitated, then added, “I tried to draw the curtains for her, but she wouldn’t let me.”
Both men were taken aback.
For a moment, even Tristan couldn’t hide the hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
Suzanne had never been this cooperative with the doctors before. Maybe following Mr. Blaine’s advice yesterday was truly the right call.
It was another half an hour before the door finally opened from within.
Father and son hurried forward. Elissa, who had dealt with many patients before, understood their anxiety. She smiled gently. “Mr. Wilkinson, why don’t you go in and check on her?”
She turned to Jesse. “Mr. Jesse, do you have some paper and a pen? I’d like to write down some nutritional recommendations for Mrs. Wilkinson.”
“Of course—this way, please.”
Jesse quickly led her to the study downstairs. “Thank you for your help.”
Elissa sat at the desk, took up a pen, and, recalling Suzanne’s earlier pulse, began to jot down a list of nourishing meal suggestions.
Suzanne’s health issues went far beyond her legs. Her whole system was weak; if she wanted to walk again, her body would need support from the inside out.
As Elissa wrote, a commotion began to filter in from outside.
Moments later, a breathless housekeeper knocked on the wide-open study door. “Mr. Jesse, there’s someone making a scene at the gate—they insist on coming in.”
Jesse, who was usually unflappable, looked stunned. “Trying to force their way in?”

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