Chapter 211 Once A Boy, Now A Man

• Crystal’s gaze lingered on her husband’s face, once so full of life and strength, now pale and gaunt. The sight of him like this—so vulnerable, so close to slipping away—brought a familiar ache to her chest.
• Blake walked towards the window, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for answers in the distant treeline. The midday sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. His posture was tense, his hands clasped behind his back, but his expression remained calm, controlled. He had always been the one to keep his emotions in check, the one to step up when things got difficult. But even Blake couldn’t hide the strain that had been growing since Logan fell ill.
• Crystal finally tore her eyes away from Logan and turned to face Blake. The question that had been gnawing at her for days slipped past her lips before she could second-guess it. “Blake, have you found the witch?”