Grandfather Smith gave both the mother-son duo the perfect dangerous glance before he stepped out of the old room.
When Amara sat on the ground, whereas Lucas lay unconscious in her arms, she couldn't help but feel her heart sobbing loudly.
"Why...Oh, God...Lucas.." his skin started to turn paler with time, and obviously, without letting him turn into the grave sight, Amara used her time to help him get up from the place.
There was only a butler who came by her side. He put Lucas one hand on his shoulder to bring him back into her room, where she made sure to lay him peacefully.
Without averting her eyes off from him, she had simply started to caress his hair, his cheeks, finding them more sunken,
"Make sure..none else hears about this incident."
"I will make sure about that, ma'am." the butler replied since he was too worried about the Young Master...
