Stefan had just exited the bedroom when he observed Ella leave Mischelle's room.
"How is she?" he said right away, drawing her attention.
The sight in her eyes piqued his interest, and he instantly approached her side.
"Her fever has lowered. I made her eat porridge and medicines. So I believe she's resting by now," Ella said, distressed. It was obvious that she was furious over something.
"Did you ask Mischelle anything?" Stefan questioned, only to observe her pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I tried, but she declined to talk about it, claiming it was just exertion," Ella weakly stated as she moved past Stefan to the couch.
Ella took a seat and leaned back, her head resting on the headrest and her eyes closed. Stefan joined her after seeing how upset she was.