Ivy's POV
Once the warriors escorted the three traitors out, medical staff performed final examinations on both Grant and me before leaving us alone. My energy completely drained, I collapsed against the hospital bed. Grant and my father positioned themselves in front of me, their faces etched with concern.
"Are you truly alright?" Dad's intense gaze bore into me until I managed a weak nod.
"Just exhausted beyond belief. What about you two? How are you processing everything?" I gestured between them, noting their tense postures.
My father turned to Grant and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Despite everything that had transpired, I could hear unmistakable hope in his voice. "I'd never normally question your word, but I have to ask - are you absolutely certain?"
