An hour later, when she couldn't take it anymore, she walked down to the lobby to ask about Ileus.
"Anastasia!"
She turned her head sharply. Shawn, who was sitting in the salon, strode in her direction. He was holding another letter. "This came for you."
The color from her face drained. Staring at the white envelope, she asked in a shaky voice, "Wh— who gave it to you?"
"Liltte was sitting here for the night. She said that just before dawn a child came here to deliver it and said that it was for you," Shawn replied. "But why have you become so worried? Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing," she said. "A child delivered this?" her eyebrows raised.
"Yes." He nodded. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You look so pale."
Anastasia swallowed saliva down her dry throat and weakly said, "I am. Th— thanks."
"You are welcome," he replied with a frown and then went back to the salon.
