Chapter 457

"Also, how could you make such a mess of my medicine cabinet?!" Morris Harrison's voice thundered through the house, carrying the sharp edge of frustration. Susan flinched, her face flushing red with guilt. "I… I was in a bit of a rush today," she stammered, nervously wringing her hands. "I'll clean it up right away!" Without waiting for a response, she spun around and bolted toward the kitchen, leaving behind a very exasperated Morris. A short while later, Susan returned, carefully balancing a steaming bowl of dark medicinal broth. The bitter scent filled the room, heavy and familiar. "Eleanor, your medicine is ready," she said, extending the bowl with both hands. Eleanor accepted it without hesitation. She had been drinking this concoction for months now—long enough that the bitterness no longer fazed her. Without so much as a grimace, she tilted her head back and downed the liquid in one swift gulp. Gone were the days when she needed candied fruit to mask the taste. She had grown ac