Chapter 301

Eleanor's instincts hadn't failed her-Elora was indeed involved.

She had tried to take her own life.

The moment Lilah called with the news, Nolan and Fannie had bolted out the door without a word.

Now they stood at the hospital.

Lilah hurried toward them, panic tightening her voice. "You're finally here. The doctor says Miss Guyton was looking bad. I didn't know what to do."

Elora might not bear the Stewart name, but she was practically Nolan's family, part of her responsibility. If anything happened under her watch, her job was finished.

Nolan's eyes turned cold as they fixed on the glowing "Emergency" sign.

Fannie clutched Lilah's hand, her face drained of color. "Lilah, how could Elora do this? She seemed fine when I left."

Lilah exhaled shakily, her words spilling in guilt.

"After you left, she looked a little off, but I didn't know what to say. I brushed it aside. When I finished in the kitchen, I realized she'd locked her door. I called, but she never answered. I panicked and grabbed the spare key."

After pausing for a moment, she continued, "I found her lying in a pool of blood, unconscious. I dialed 911right away. It's my fault. I should've paid closer attention."

Her voice trembled with self-blame.

Before Fannie could comfort her,the emergency doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, face grave. "The patient lost significant blood from deep wrist cuts. She's stable now,but unconscious.Mentally-"

He glanced down at the chart. "Her records show depression. As her family, you'll need to watch h closely. She should see a psychiatrist."

Nolan gave a curt nod in gratitude.

As soon as the doctor walked off, he pulled out his phone.

"Erick. Find the best psychiatrist in Elepdon. Now."

"Yes, sir," came the quick reply.

Within the hour, Elora was moved to a VIP ward.

Erick soon arrived with a psychiatrist-a refined man in his forties, gold-rimmed glasses perched on h nose.

He adjusted them nervously. "Mr. Stewart, I'm-"

"Skip it. Get to work." Nolan's icy tone cut him short.

The man-Conroy Morris-swallowed hard and went straight to Elora's bedside, reviewing her charts silence.

Minutes later, he looked up, his face heavy. "Mr. Stewart, her depression is severe. She shows strong sel destructive tendencies and high risk of another attempt. She'll need strict medication, steady emotion support, and eventually therapy."

Nolan's gaze softened as it lingered on Elora's pale face.

He felt the weight of his own neglect.

If he had given her even a fraction of attention all these years, maybe it wouldn't have come to this.

Hlis voice was steady when he spoke. "She's yours now, Dr. Morris. Get her through this."

The pressure in Nolan's words made Conroy's throat tighten. "I...I'll do my best."

With arrangements in place, Erick hesitated before asking, "Mr. Stewart... What about Miss Warren?"

Nolan didn't look away from Elora. "I'll stay here until she wakes. Go explain things to Eleanor. She'll understand."

Fannie nodded in agreement.

But when Erick reached the Enigma store, Eleanor was nowhere tobe found.

With no other choice, he sent her a message, explaining the situation.

Even so, unease gnawed at him.

A text for something this big? Somehow, it didn't feel enough.