Countless questions disturbed him, sending Owl Eagle into increasingly frantic pacing in the main bedroom, his face grave.
Henry Taylor saw his anxiety and frowned deeply, but said nothing.
That night, nearly all the Yancey Family's domestic servants could hardly close their eyes. They were anxious that Tara Summer's condition might worsen. They kept vigil in alarm.
The main bedroom and the living room outside of it, as well as the first-floor main hall, were packed with servants and bodyguards. Everyone was holding their breath, the atmosphere was unusually tense.
Luckily, Tara Summer's fever completely broke in the second half of the night, and she slept very peacefully, occasionally waking up asking for water.
The downpour still raged outside. At six in the morning, it gradually began to let up, and by the time everyone awoke, it had become a drizzle. A blush seeped through the clouds – the sun had finally shown its face.
