Chapter 91

From Emily's point of view After two hours, Vincent finally regained consciousness.  "How are you feeling now?" I inquired.  "I feel much better," he replied weakly, his voice still fragile. As he gazed at me, he said, "Thank you for taking care of me, Emily. You saved my life."  I moved him to the side of the bed and said, "I was extremely worried about you, but thankfully you're okay now." "Are you hungry? Can I get you something to eat?" I asked, feeling a bit helpless about how to take care of him.  Food seemed like the most basic thing I could offer to help him regain his strength after such a traumatic injury.  He held onto my hand and replied, "No, I'm okay. Just having you here with me is enough." As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward the bathroom. "I'll take care of the bathroom later," I reassured him. "The floor won't be too difficult to clean, but the fingerprints on the wall might require the servants' help. And don't