George's POV

"Darling, what did he say to you?" I was up on my feet already, waiting for her return. If Mary had taken a few more minutes to come back, I would've definitely gone in search of her.

Her lips were fumbling, she seemed to be mumbling. When she raised her eyes to look at me, I saw that she was battling with fear. I could see that she was going through some trauma. I reached out to her and took her into my arms, I carried her to the bed.

I was the one sick, but it happened that I had to carry her, I had to comfort...