Chapter 48: A Lewd Kind Of Fever! 2
The room went cold the moment Duke Evan Vortellion stepped in. Everyone stood rooted to the spot, including Silas, who stiffened instinctively. But it was Theron the Duke was looking for.
"Who is Theron?" his voice rang out again, low and commanding.
Theron stepped forward with a composed expression, hands calmly tucked behind his back.
"I am." He swallowed hard. "...sir!"
The Duke’s storm-grey eyes locked onto him.
"Pack your tools. Now. You’re coming with me," he said flatly.
A flicker of confusion passed across Theron’s face.
"I’m sorry sir but... is someone injured?"
"Rin," the Duke answered, already turning on his heel. "He has a fever."
Gasps scattered through the room.
"Rin?" a nurse whispered behind her hand.
"Didn’t he just move into the Duke’s mansion yesterday?"