"Thump."
"Cough.. Cough." the maid fell on the ground with a thud. Her eyes teared up and she coughed hard as she rubbed her chest and throat.
"What are your plans?" Cedric raised a brow full of curiosity as he looked at Elara who blinked. She had plans. It was already a miracle that she had managed to stand on her feet for so long just with the help of this stick.
"Cedric, will you hold me? I think I might fall." This was not a lie. She felt like her legs were shaking badly. As if he had just noted it. His face went pale and he lifted her from the ground and took her in his arms.
"Oh good god! Why were you standing." she wrapped her arms around his neck to get the support. He looked embarrassed and guilty, which surprised her again. Who would believe that a cruel man who was going to kill a maid just because she had brought a servant's food for her would look so disheartened just by seeing her standing.