After spending the night at the hospital, Elijah returned home, leaving Anton in professional care.
The boy was still under the effects of anesthesia, peacefully sleeping.
His wounds would take time to heal, which meant his parents would soon be flying to Eldwych.
No matter how indulgent they were with their children, their only nonnegotiable term was safety.
Anton had ended up with so many stitches, so how could his parents not be worried? They wanted to know who had dared lay a hand on their precious son.
Meanwhile, the culprit faced a different kind of ordeal.
Elijah had gone to his home early in the morning, and after resting for a few hours, he had decided to visit the church.
It was the only place that still offered him a sense of peace.
He hadn't expected the day to turn strange.
Elijah looked at three people, one woman and two men, and fell silent.
They were survivors of the Red Shore massacre, each now holding high positions in their respective fields.