The servant stared at the unconscious man lying on the ground with no change in his expressions. He had already expected this for he knew what the old Duke was suffering from. His medical expertise was what made his Lord appoint him to take care of the wicked man who did not have even an ounce of humanity. It was due to him and his decisions that both he and his Lord were suffering, and it only pleased the servant to see the old Duke suffer.
He placed the tray on the table behind him, squatted beside the unconscious man and observed his pale face. "Do you know how much I hate you, Duke Zale?" He mumbled as he held his wrist to check his pulse.
It was only when he was certain that the old man would not be dying anytime soon did he let go of his hand. "In just one night, I lost everything. Not only I, but even my Lord also lost everything, and it was because of you and the man who ordered you to plan the assassin attack."
