Damian entered the house, and Maxwell was already by his side, prepared to help him up the stairs again before he finally spoke.
"I'm fine now. I can go up on my own," he said, and Maxwell nodded, stepping aside and leaving him with Charles, who looked more relieved than anyone to see Damian back home.
"Welcome back, sir," the butler said warmly before excusing himself.
Damian looked up at the staircase and sighed. The moment he took the first step, a sharp reminder of the injury pulsed through him. Now he understood why everyone had been so worried. As stubborn as he was, even he had to admit that staying at the hospital until he was fully stable had been the right choice.
He climbed slowly, gripping the railing as he went. His room was just a few steps away, and that was where he intended to go, yet he stopped in front of her door.
His hand lifted to knock… then froze midair. He let out a breath.
Maybe it was better to talk later.
