"By the way, do you know a man named Alfred?" Val asked out of curiosity.
"Alfred is my beloved nephew. Why do you ask?" she responded.
"I'm a friend of Alfred's," Val admitted.
"Well, a friend of my nephew is always welcome here. If you ever need help, feel free to come to me," Valentine offered kindly.
"I'll consider your proposition," Val replied and took his leave.
Upon his return home, however, Val was met with a distressing sight – Eliana had collapsed at the entranceway and was coughing violently.
Without missing a beat, Val rushed to her side, kneeling down and gently patting her back to help her ease her coughing.
Eliana, struggling with her coughing fit, managed to raise her head, eyes widening as they landed on Val's worried face. Her heart fluttered as she felt overwhelmed by his care.
"What are you doing out here?" Val asked her in a voice laced with concern.