The maid stood there, momentarily stunned, as if she hadn’t expected that Lucinda’s reason for requesting a room cleanup was her disdain for Mr.


    Chapman.


    Having no desire to remain in the living room any longer, Lucinda hurriedly ascended the stairs and knocked on Sonny’s door.


    With the maid downstairs, she purposely shouted, “It’s me.


    Are you feeling any better? Still vomiting? Let me check on you.


    ”


    The door was opened immediately.


    A man’s weak voice emanated from the room.


    “Miss Simmons, pleasee in.


    I’ve vomited twice in just minutes.


    ”


    “What? Mr.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    Chapman and I are going to the Imperial Pce tomorrow.


    ‘s BunnyBookery


    How can you protect me if you’re this weak…”


    Their conversation could no longer be heard the moment they closed the door.


    The maid shifted her gaze from upstairs to the mess in the living room.


    She focusing on executing Lucinda’s instructions and clearing up the broken porcin by the entrance.


    Meanwhile, Sonny let out a soft hiss.


    He carefully locked the door and switched off the bug hidden under his bed.


    Then, in a low voice, he asked, “Do you have a n now that you’re going to the Imperial Pce tomorrow?”


    Lucinda snorted.


    “Tomorrow, I’ll go to the Imperial Pce to see what’s happening.


    And then you…”


    Then they divided the tasks between them.


    The following morning, in Cadiered, in N&L Fairy Land, the master bedroom resonated with a persistent cough.


    Despite having drank ginger tea the previous night, Nathan still caught a cold.


    Seated on the edge of the bed, Cyrus grumbled while helping Nathan bring down his fever.


    “Just look at you! So frail! Because you’re sick, my brothers and I have toe over and take care of you.


    You’re just so ‘important’ to my family!”


    Cyrus clenched his teeth, casting a re at Nathan before shifting his gaze to the man standing at the foot of the bed.


    Dark circles marred his exhausted face.


    His eldest brother, Graham, leaned against the wall, his countenance a mix of fury and gloom.


    Hilliard stood in front of Lucinda’s dresser, his back to the bed.


    All her cosmetics had been cleared away, reced by numerous medicine boxes.


    He focused on the prescription with a cold demeanor.