Alexander wanted to ask more questions but the searing pain came once again and he gave in. He grimaced in pain and Lord Richard stood up startled by the sudden turn of events. He loomed over him but there was nothing he could do rather than watch him apologetically as he writhed in pain. This was the time Lord Richard cursed Isadora for having poisoned Alexander. That was what he had concluded since she ran away.
After a few minutes, Alexander passed out. Lord Richard breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his chest heave up and down. At least that guaranteed that he still had not left them. His gaze shifted to his face and saw the beads of sweat that had formed on Alex's face. He took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat before he placed the blanket over Alex. His face had now relaxed but still there was that expression of agony in it.
