Serena stood quietly by a corner of the room, her arms folded tightly across her chest as Marlowe administered another dose of the medicine to Lucian the moment they returned to the mansion. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, worry etched into every line of her face.
Lucian had been extremely weak, his usually steady frame trembling slightly with every breath. And this time, no matter how hard he tried to keep up appearances, no amount of willpower could mask the truth—he couldn't hide his condition anymore from the people around him. The weight of his exhaustion was too evident, too raw to be dismissed.
Although Darrell and Adrian continued working as though nothing was happening, she knew how affected they were and that they were only distracting themselves with work. She, however, couldn't do it.
