No one in the room noticed the silver needle as it flew silently through the air. It embedded itself into an acupuncture point on Lady Williams's body, unnoticed by anyone, man or ghost. For a moment, her eyes flickered, and a faint gleam seemed to emerge. Her breathing grew steadier, and her once agonized expression softened.
This needle, administered by Eleanor, was not meant to cure the old Lady but to prolong her life, delaying the inevitable for a while longer. It was a temporary solution, treating the symptoms without addressing the cause. To truly heal Lady Williams, a miracle would be needed. And that miracle, unbeknownst to the others, was standing right there—Eleanor herself.
As the change in the old lady’s condition became evident, tension spread through the room. Her complexion brightened, but instead of relief, the mood darkened further. The family knew this sudden shift in her state was merely the calm before the storm.