Frank knew Elissa's personality well enough.
She was gentle, obedient, and incredibly cautious.
He couldn't fathom when she had adopted such a reckless, live-in-the-moment attitude.
Last time, she had claimed that Matriarch Paige Murphy's vendetta couldn't be blamed on Rowan. And now, she was bluntly admitting to being in a relationship with him.
Hadn't she considered that Rowan might never tolerate her seeking revenge against his own family?
Or had she considered it, and simply didn't care?
Was her love for Rowan really that deep? So deep that even if they were destined to crash and burn, she wanted the whole world to know she was his?
When she was married to him...
She hadn't once proudly introduced him or acknowledged him in front of others like this.
Frank couldn't help but wonder if she had ever felt anything for him at all. Even a fraction of a spark.
Perhaps their marriage had been nothing more than a glittering fortress, serving only to shield her from the Murphy family's vicious attacks.
The realization twisted Frank's lips into a bitter, self-deprecating smile.
Meanwhile, Elissa focused entirely on checking Old Mrs. Atwater's pulse and writing a prescription, not sparing him a single glance the entire time.
Sensing her grandson's suffocating despair, Old Mrs. Atwater spoke up softly. "Frank, go up to the gallery room and find the heirloom bracelet your great-grandmother left behind."
"...Alright."
Frank took the excuse to escape upstairs.
He knew he had no business staying in the living room.
His grandmother could see he was falling apart, and Elissa would notice eventually too. If she did... the chasm between them would only grow wider.
Elissa was entirely focused on the prescription. The old lady's stomach issues were chronic, and if left untreated, they would completely ruin her health.


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