Immediately they entered the house, a middle-aged woman appeared from the hallway.
"Mr. Lennox, welcome back," she said, her voice warm, and then her eyes softened as they landed on Jossy. "And, you must be Jossy, and this is Hazel?"
"Yes Martha," Noah replied. "These are the friends I told you about. They'll stay here for a few days. I already notified my parents, so don't worry."
Martha nodded. "Of course, sir. Let me help you settle in."
With careful hands, the nurse guided Jossy down the corridor to the guest suite. Every step was deliberate; Jossy leaned on her support, her muscles trembling. Hazel trailed closely, murmuring soft encouragements to her friend.
The guest suite was spacious with a big bed, soft beddings, a fireplace, and large windows overlooking a rose garden. Jossy finally lowered herself onto the bed with the nurse's help, exhaling deeply.
Noah spoke softly, but with firm reassurance. "Marie here is an experienced nurse. She'll help with anything you need as you recover."
Jossy's throat tightened. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude.
Noah lingered briefly, ensuring she was comfortable, before stepping back. "You're safe here. Take your time. We'll make sure nothing disturbs you."
***
That same evening, Damien Rothwell sat in his dimly lit office, tension all around . His men lined up in front of him as they filled him in one by one, reports in hand. He barely looked at them, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.
"What do we have?" he demanded.