Chapter 561

After a moment, Elysia steadied herself, rising from Tarquin's embrace. Drying her tears, she crouched down to wipe away the tears of the three little

ones.

"Don't cry now, okay? Elijah is going to be just fine. He'll be up and about in no time."

Emmett, sniffling and with a voice as tender as a glass of warm milk, asked, "If Elijah is okay, why didn't he come out with Mommy?"

Elysia soothed him gently, "Elijah is still resting inside. He hasn't woken up yet."

Evan immediately asked, "Can we go see him then?"

"Of course, we can."

"I'm going to the restroom. You guys go in

led the three little ones

quietly on the hospital bed, surrounded by a maze of tubes, his complexion pale. Yet, the monitors on the bedside table showed his vitals

crying, Emmett asked Elliot, "Brother,

the question. Elijah had indeed been pulled back from the brink, and he must be in pain. Mommy and the doctors had worked tirelessly to save him. He had been poisoned and surely felt as if he was burning from the inside.

I hope Elijah gets

bed. In this moment, his worry was replaced by a deep sense of tenderness and rage. Whoever dared to harm his Elijah, good! The pain and suffering Elijah endured today, he would repay

his head, "Still checking. It might take a few more hours to get the results. Have you

at the Bradfords', it must be related to those people! They really are heartless. No matter what, Elijah is of Bradford blood, and he's only a child at five!

a mask of cold anger, and his aura dark as the stormiest night, his eyes flashing with menace. The Bradfords weren't just heartless; they were utterly devoid of compassion! If they had even an ounce of it, his

kids are exhausted; find a clean

need to step out for a while to take care of something. Make sure

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