In the expansive, quiet hall of Premier Palace, it was just the two of them. Outside, Isaac was jogging with Noir, following Brielle's strict orders to get Noir back to his original weight.
Wesley had already left with the staff to gather ingredients for dinner, so the mansion was serene, punctuated only by Noir's occasional barks drifting in with the sunlight.
King's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was his Aunt Orla calling.
"The treatment worked. I'll be there in three days."
King's heart sank. He replied hoarsely, "Okay."
After hanging up, he gazed deeply at Brielle, as if trying to memorize her face. He wasn't ready to let her go.
Lately, Irene had been living wildly, sticking to Bryan like glue, never leaving his side. Jaired couldn't stand the sight of them anymore. He reached out to some old friends for a drink, preferring to be out of sight, out of mind.
Irene, once a fierce and independent woman, had changed entirely.
"Bryan, could you grab that for me? I'm too weak."
"Oh, look at this cute teddy bear."
"I don't smoke or drink. Never touched the stuff."
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