  Elena
  &quot;I believe in you, Elena. Not too long now.&quot; Marcus, my physiotherapist, urges me on while I do my leg exercises. It has been close to four months since the accident and I can walk on crutches, but the biting cold of winter in London has made it difficult. The pain when I wake up in the morning is dull but bearable and nothing anti-inflammatories could not fix, although I tend to not take them as much due to my weak disposition. What else can I do but grin and bear it?
  I know that this is necessary for me to walk again, but damn it.
  You would think the physio would hurt more, but it s the sessions with my therapist that do. I have been weaned off my anxiety medication and he s placed me on a light antidepressant. The reason for this was because I realised that I was slowly getting addicted to the anxiety medication. I popped one whenever a wave of anxiety hit and 

  Elena
  I walk out of Wiltshire Towers with a smile on my face - I had just sold my family s dynasty for a cool six billion, which is currently being donated to various organisations. I know what you re thinking; I sold my family s legacy for gain, but in all honesty; I didn t feel attached to the Wiltshire name. I was never proud to be a Wiltshire heir, not with the way my family always used to treat me.
  Yesterday I received the news that Eliana had committed suicide in prison. She left no note behind to indicate why she did it, but I knew. The guilt over what she did to her own sister became unbearable. Eliana was never the tough one. She never needed to be tough for anything and I had a feeling her heart eventually got the better of her.
  My sister was never evil - she just grew bitter and jaded.
  After I left the prison that day, I had Sebastian put steps into motion for us to 

  Sebastian
  Elena Dumont has died, perished in the hospital after not waking from her coma. Well, that s what we paid the press to report. We needed to weed Robert and Eliana out and think this would be the best way to do it. After Isaac s confession, we decided to work together and concluded that the only way to get them out of France was to pretend Elena had died. A funeral was scheduled the day after tomorrow and the 'will  would be read this afternoon.
  Francis, the driver has confessed his role in the attempted murder of Elena and my son and said that Robert paid him close to 2 million to do it. We handed him over to the police and Isaac let them know about NCA s involvement. Isaac has found the reason for Robert and Eliana s actions and concluded that it was all for greed - Eliana grew jealous of my and Elena s love and hated that she gave up the chance to be the Dumont Matriarc

Elena
  &quot;I believe in you, Elena. Not too long now.&quot; Marcus, my physiotherapist, urges me on while I do my leg exercises. It has been close to four months since the accident and I can walk on crutches, but the biting cold of winter in London has made it difficult. The pain when I wake up in the morning is dull but bearable and nothing anti-inflammatories could not fix, although I tend to not take them as much due to my weak disposition. What else can I do but grin and bear it?
  I know that this is necessary for me to walk again, but damn it.
  You would think the physio would hurt more, but it s the sessions with my therapist that do. I have been weaned off my anxiety medication and he s placed me on a light antidepressant. The reason for this was because I realised that I was slowly getting addicted to the anxiety medication. I popped one whenever a wave of anxiety hit and it was happening too often to count. My therapist praised me for recognising my addictive habit and

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