Everyone was in a frenzy, searching high and low for her.
Casper wasn’t slacking off either.
He meticulously combed through every corner of the room and finally concluded that she had left on her own.
Could it be that she had woken up?
The moment that thought took root in his mind, his heart began to race uncontrollably.
"Elle..."
"Elle, where are you?"
"Elle..."
"Elle, are you awake? Please come out?"
Other than the occasional vehicle, the gates of the Welton Estate were always tightly shut. There was no way she could have just walked out.
But where could she be hiding?
The household staff had turned every storage room, garage, and closet upside down but hadn’t found a trace of her.
Casper searched every bedroom, study, and both levels of the house several times, but she was nowhere to be found.
Where on earth could she be?
She couldn’t have just vanished into thin air.
She had to be hiding somewhere.
Back in his bedroom, he kicked the corner of the table in frustration.
Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the wardrobe.
The furious man immediately calmed down, his steps becoming slow and light, filled with caution and anticipation.
Gently, he lifted his hand and flung open the wardrobe doors.
There she was, curled up inside.
She was tightly pressed against the wooden panel of the wardrobe, seemingly asleep, as tranquil and beautiful as she had been on her sickbed.
He was eager to call out her name, but as the words reached his lips, he feared disturbing her and swallowed them back.
He carefully lifted her out and gently placed her on the bed.
She truly had woken up.
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