Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391 The Weight of Expectations

Kaclan struggled to get the words out. “Mother… it isn’t his fault…”

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His face looked pale. Elowen glanced at him briefly before turning her attention toward the young attendant who had been forced to crouch on the floor.

The boy was trembling uncontrollably. The back of his right hand was swollen and bright red, clearly burned.

A quiet sigh formed in Elowen’s heart.

She had a feeling she already understood why Kaelan had fallen ill. Even before Hugh spoke, the answer seemed painfully obvious.

Kaelan’s weak defense was completely ignored. Aveline’s brows tightened sharply as she prepared to deal with the servant.

“Aveline.”

Elowen spoke at just the right moment.

Aveline composed herself with visible effort and turned back with an embarrassed smile. “I’m afraid you had to witness such poor discipline, Your Grace. The staff have become terribly careless lately.”

Kaelan stared in shock. With great effort he lifted his head, disbelief filling his eyes as he looked toward Elowen.

Elowen stepped to the side of the bed, her voice gentle.

“Kaelan, your mother said you’ve been seriously ill. I came to see how you were doing.”

Kaelan gazed at her blankly. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembling slightly, yet no sound

came out.

Seeing her son in such a state made Aveline’s heart ache. She raised a handkerchief and quietly wiped the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Elowen turned to her.

“Aveline, why don’t you step outside and rest for a moment? Let Doctor Dray examine Kaelan carefully. I’d also like to speak with him for a little while.”

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Aveline hesitated.

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Her gaze moved between her son and Elowen. Eventually she nodded. Even as she walked toward the door, she looked back several times, her worry impossible to hide.

Once she left, the room finally grew calmer.

A quick-thinking attendant hurried over with a chair lined with a soft cushion and placed it beside the bed for Elowen.

Elowen sat down.

Her gaze passed over the servant who was still crouched on the floor, trying to endure the pain in his burned hand. Turning slightly toward Hugh, she said, “Doctor Dray, his hand was burned. Could you give him some ointment first?”

Hugh nodded and opened his medical case. From inside he took out a small white jar and handed it to the servant.

The boy stared at it in disbelief, carefully holding the cool jar with both hands. Elowen gestured gently toward the door.

“Go find somewhere to treat the burn properly, and change into clean clothes afterward.”

The servant finally snapped out of his daze. His eyes instantly reddened.

He bowed deeply toward Elowen, his voice shaking. “Thank you, Your Grace. Thank you for your kindness.”

Only then did he hurry out. With the servant gone, the room became even quieter. A faint herbal fragrance drifted through the air.

Kaelan spoke in a hoarse voice filled with frustration.

“I’m glad you came to see me, Your Grace… but at the same time, I wish you hadn’t. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Elowen looked at him steadily. “Then how did you end up this sick?”

Kaelan slowly shook his head. His eyes looked hollow. “I don’t know.”

Elowen glanced toward Hugh. “Doctor Dray, please.”

Hugh gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment and stepped closer to the bed.

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“Your hand.”

Kaelan obediently extended his arm.

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The wrist looked painfully thin, little more than bone beneath pale skin, the faint lines of veins visible beneath the surface.

Hugh gently took the wrist and briefly felt the pulse before studying Kaelan’s face more carefully.

After a moment he released his hand.

His tone remained calm, but his words were measured.

“You seem to have caught a chill recently, and your constitution is somewhat delicate. But that is not the real problem.”

He paused slightly before continuing.

“The greater issue is strain of the mind. Too much worry, too many burdens weighing on your thoughts. When the mind is troubled for too long, the body inevitably begins to fail. A physician may ease the symptoms with medicine, but the true cause lies elsewhere.”

Kaelan pressed his pale lips together and said nothing.

Hugh raised an eyebrow. “So tell me, Kaelan. Have you been sitting at home day and night thinking about the Duchess of Duskmoor until you made yourself sick?”

Kaelan jerked upright in shock. Color rushed to his pale face, turning it bright red. Ironically, that flush made him look far more alive than before.

“No. That’s not it. I would never. I wouldn’t dare…”

Hugh nodded thoughtfully. “If that’s not the reason, then tell us what is.”

Kaelan lowered his head, his voice heavy. “I…”

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