Chapter 195. Worrying Remarks

Ellie's POV

I plant my feet on the floor, dropping my head down to look at my father after giving him his medicines and tucking him under the duvet. It pains me to admit, but the man before me is not looking very well at all. I thought he was okay and strong this morning, but maybe my desire to please him blinded me. Then again, what choice did I have? He wanted the dinner to happen as quickly as possible, and knowing him, convincing him otherwise would have been all in vain.

"What is worrying my daughter this much?" He faintly mumbles his usually cold and strict tone, now so worryingly soft and faint.

He looks so tired and weak. Everything about him doesn't portray the unshakable Richard Riccaford that I knew before I returned to this castle, nor does it portray the man who was acting so strong hours ago. This ailment is deteriorating. It is making him dreary, and I am getting worried.

"You know I can take anything, but not seeing my daughte