Chapter 274

Prescott Ellington looked painfully thin—as in, practically just skin and bones. His tailored suit hung loosely off his frame, looking two sizes too big. His face, though still as sharply featured as ever, now looked sunken, the harsh lines of his cheekbones more pronounced than before. But it was those eyes—those cold, piercing eyes locked onto her—that truly made Camila Harrington’s heart sink. She stared at him, frozen. A wave of emotion gushed in her chest, catching her off guard. Her lips parted, like she was about to speak, but the words got trapped somewhere in her throat, stuck like a knot she couldn’t swallow. It ached. She couldn’t help but think back—three years ago, when Prescott’s body first started acting strange. Was this because of the medication he had been taking back then? Had things gotten worse? But as soon as her mind brushed against those old memories, the painful years she suffered alone rushed back with vengeance. Any trace of worry or softness in her eyes disa