Elijah was anxious, worried about his daughter, afraid of disturbing her, unwilling to leave for a moment.
Walter frowned, watching his father carry his mother to the sofa. Tara checked her condition, indicating that it was not serious, just overwhelmed with sadness, leading to the faint.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Emma couldn't control her feet, walked to the window, and looked downstairs to see Norton carrying Fiona into a black car.
The car belonged to the marshal's mansion, with Frederick standing by the door. Frederick didn't know Norton's true identity, watching him take the young lady away without anyone seeing them off, filled with countless doubts.
But he didn't ask, remaining silent throughout, following from the hospital room to downstairs, no matter what Norton needed, he fully cooperated and arranged it.
"Butler..." Fiona leaned on the back seat, looking at Frederick with red eyes before Norton shut the door.
