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meaning, emotion, and narrative style while adapting cultural nuances and language flow for an American audience:

Amara’s face turned ashen, her whole body trembling with anger.

Elysia, meanwhile, looked as pale as a sheet. Amara gripped her arm tightly and could feel her shaking-her tremors were only growing worse.

Dorian didn’t notice her trembling, but Elysia’s complexion made it obvious that something was wrong. He hurried over, anxious to explain. “Ely, don’t get the wrong idea. I just brought her here to see a doctor. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t do it again.”

Do it again? So Dorian and Jessica actually planned on there being a ‘next time’? Elysia felt utterly exhausted.

She used to have a fiery temper. If something like this had happened before, she would have marched right up and slapped Jessica across the face, and then given Dorian a piece of her mind for good measure.

But now, it was as if all her strength had been drained away. She couldn’t say a word, couldn’t bring herself to do anything.

She felt numb, yet her chest ached so fiercely it was like a needle stabbing through her heart. Why were her feelings so complicated?

“Ely, please, you’re overthinking it. There’s really nothing between Jessica and me. I just brought her to see a doctor, that’s it!”

In the past, Dorian would have shot back defensively if anyone questioned his relationship with Jessica. But now, caught in this situation at the hospital, he knew he was in the wrong. He was genuinely scared.

As he tried to explain himself, Jessica stood by his side, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Elysia, please don’t blame Dorian. There’s really nothing between us. He just came with me to the doctor. My stomach really hurt, and Dorian was just worried about me…”

Elysia couldn’t help but think that this explanation only made things worse.

Dorian, growing frustrated, snapped, “Enough! Be quiet!”

His voice was so loud that Jessica jumped, staring at him in disbelief. Was Dorian actually yelling at her?

Dorian pulled Elysia aside, lowering his voice. “Elysia, please, don’t misunderstand. If you don’t like it, I won’t see her anymore.”

“I promised someone I’d look after

her, so when I saw how much pain she was in, brought her to the

Hike

hospital. Next time something

this happens, I’ll have someone else take care of her.”

He kept trying to explain, his tone almost pleading.

Dorian was always a proud man. Even while pursuing Elysia recently, he’d done so with a kind of stubborn pride But now, he was truly afraid, and it showed in how much he was willing to humble himself.

Still, Elysia said nothing, her face drained of color, lips pressed tight.

She just felt so tired, so powerless. Why did things have to turn out like this?

Why was her love life always so difficult? Why did loving Dorian have to be so painful? Why?

Again and again, Elysia asked

herself these questions in her mind, until finally she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer. It

e was like all her

energ had been sucked out of her.

She Staggered back a step, her

vision went black, and she

collapsed.

Dorian, who had been frantically trying to explain himself, was caught completely off

guard. “Ely, what’s wrong?” he shouted in panic.

Terrified, he scooped Elysia up in his arms and rushed downstairs toward the emergency room.

Seeing Elysia faint, Amara was shocked as well.

She glared at Dorian, hating him with every fiber of her being, but there was nothing

she could do to take Elysia back from him. All she could do was follow them to the

ER.

When they arrived, the ER doctor took one look at Elysia and asked, “What happened to her? Why did she pass out?”