Eleonora violently trembled in her bed.
It was clear she was in no state to answer further questions.
Roderick, wiping his tears, ushered Physician Finch out into the hall.
"Physician, can my daughter's eyes and hands be cured?"
If they could not be restored, waking her was only half a victory—she could never show her face in society again.
If the lords and ladies of the court saw her like this, they would brand her a monster. The humiliation alone would destroy her mind.
And what of her marriage prospects?
Her entire future would be in ruins.
The physician sighed heavily. "I have studied her affliction tirelessly these past days, but... I must confess, I lack the means to cure it."
His vast medical knowledge could only halt the disease's progression, but he had no way to restore flesh that had already withered away.
As for her blood-red eyes, he would need to experiment with healing herbs and warm poultices, but he could offer no guarantees.
Truthfully, he had no idea what was causing the crimson veil over her sight.
"Then... what are we to do? I beg of you, think of something! I cannot watch my daughter's life be destroyed." Roderick's eyes were red rimmed.
If Eleonora remained like this, his wife would lose her sanity.
Physician Finch hesitated, looking as though he wanted to speak but held his tongue.
Sensing the old man's internal debate, Roderick grabbed onto a shred of hope.
"You know a way, don't you? Please, tell me! I will pay any price in gold or silver!"
"It is like this... that young woman Lady Forrester encountered earlier—Lady Lucia of Beaumont. She might hold the answer."


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