Chapter 298 - Too Late to Beg?

Eliana Vexley lay still propped up against a mound of crisp white pillows, her slender frame swathed in a light blanket that did little to hide the bruises blooming like dark petals across her warm brown skin. Her long, curly black hair cascaded over her shoulders in disheveled waves, framing her heart-shaped face, which was still flushed from the emotional torrent of her reunion with Henry. Honey-brown eyes, shimmering with residual tears, sparkled with a fragile joy that seemed to defy the pain etched into her features. The IV drip beside her bed ticked rhythmically, a steady reminder of her fragility after the harrowing fall into the ditch the night before.