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Once inside the room, Chloe Bishop carefully helped Lady Grayson lie down and tucked the blanket around her.

The old lady took her hand. "My headache is getting worse. I don't think I can make it. Tell them not to wait for me."

"But—"

"No buts. The doctor will be here soon."

The old lady cut her off and patted her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry. It's an old ailment—I know my own body