Chapter 16: Dear Lord
A pity things don't always go as planned, because the opposite of what she said was exactly what she did.
After searching every nook and cranny of the room, trying every possible escape route, Eira finally gave up. Frustrated, she threw herself onto the bed and waited.
Downstairs, Lyle stood impatiently by the stairs, waiting for his butler to bring the doctor. His tense presence inadvertently frightened the maids passing by.
Master Lyle never comes downstairs unless it's to eat, and he certainly never waits around with such a strange, unnerving expression on his face!
This was the thought of the workers as they passed the staircase, trying to make themselves as invisible as possible. His usually cold demeanor now carried an even more intense, unfamiliar tension.
Finally, the mansion's door creaked open, and a middle-aged man hurried in, carrying a medical bag, followed closely by an older man dressed in a butler's outfit.
The butler bowed as they approached Lyle. "Master Lyle, Doctor Reed has arrived as requested."
Lyle gave a curt nod, his eyes never leaving the staircase that led to Eira's room. "Follow me."
The doctor exchanged a quick glance with the butler, sensing the urgency. "Is she injured badly?" he asked as they ascended the stairs, but Lyle didn't respond.
When they reached the room, Lyle slowly pushed the door open, revealing Eira still lying on the bed. She immediately sat up when she saw them enter.
"What now?" she demanded, her eyes darting between the doctor and the butler before settling on Lyle, arms crossed, glaring daggers at him. The tension in the room was palpable.