Chapter 102

A rare sense of panic surged through him. "Damn it, Enlyan! Wake up!" His voice, usually so controlled, wavered with something close to fear. Not wasting another second, he called for a doctor. When the physician arrived and examined her, Daimon stood nearby, arms crossed, trying to mask his unease. After a long pause, the doctor finally spoke. "She’s stable. The emotional distress overwhelmed her system, but she should regain consciousness soon." Daimon frowned. That didn’t make sense. He had pushed her harder in the past—said crueler things, treated her worse—yet she had never reacted like this before. "Are you sure that’s all?" His voice was unusually tense. The doctor hesitated before adding, "Her health isn't in the best condition. It seems that after childbirth, she never fully recovered. There are lingering complications—old injuries, untreated strains. If she doesn’t take care of herself, things could worsen over time. She needs rest and proper care." Daimon’s brows knitted tog