She stared at the phone in disbelief, frustration building inside her. Damian’s abrupt dismissal of her request left her feeling powerless and confused. She handed the phone back to Aiden.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Blackwood?” he asked gently.
She shook her head. “No, thank you, Aiden. You can go.”
As Aiden left the room, Elara’s mind raced. Why was Damian keeping her phone from her?
Unable to rest, she slowly pushed herself up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She needed to move, to think. As she stood, a wave of dizziness washed over her, reminding her of her weakened state. She gripped the bedpost, steadying herself.
Just then, the door swung open, and Aiden re-entered the room. His eyes widened when he saw her standing.
“Mrs. Blackwood,” he said, r
