Will was extremely worried about Elisa. But before he could finish speaking, his voice trailed off.
I'm not the same anymore. If she were to come to me now, what could I possibly do for her with limited mobility?
Understanding the meaning behind his words, Elisa didn't expose or console him, but simply continued where he left off. "Get some rest. I can manage on my own."
"Okay."
As soon as Will responded, Elisa turned around and left, her figure slowly disappearing.
On the terrace, there was a parasol and a wicker chair.
She had barely reclined on the wicker chair for a few minutes when she heard footsteps behind her. As the footsteps drew closer, she instinctively turned around.
The housekeeper who had helped earlier approached slowly with a tray of food.
"Ms. Benett, here are some fruit juice, fruits, and snacks that Mr. Darcey asked me to prepare for you."
Elisa nodded but remained silent.
She was there to treat Will's leg, not to sunbathe or enjoy a meal. She didn't eat, her gaze fixed on her phone screen.
She was in communication with the laboratory in Moranta.
A text message was unclear, so she immediately made a phone call. The person on the other end said, "There's nothing in the world you can't accomplish, but this is a slow process."
Will's legs had suffered nerve damage. To make matters worse, the doctor that Marsha had found for him had only worsened his injury with the prescribed medication.
Therefore, expecting his legs to heal in just a few days was unrealistic.
"I know."
That had already been discussed in the group just now.
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