Bree clenched her fists as she turned to look at the maid because the maid has been crying earlier, she didn't pay attention to her properly but now that she was looking at her carefully, Bree could see that the maid looked really pale. Her complexion had turned pallid, quite similar to the complexion of the body lying on the floor, her eyes were dazed as if she couldn't even sense anything other than the pain of losing her lover.
What Cassidy said just now was —— ' You have to hold on, Ron wouldn't have wanted you dead because of him.'
" She is…. dying?" Bree asked after a short pause as she turned to look at Yakov with a bewildered and shocked glance.
