The old master breathed heavily, quite annoyed. "My daughter-in-law was murdered, and I know so! I brought you to find out what killed her, so do your job! I want a positive report next time!"
"But, my lord, I have—"
"You. May. Leave!" Old Master Lenort dangerously narrowed his eyes at him.
Goosebumps from fear immediately rose all over Edward's body, and not at all willing to linger any longer in the office, he turned around and hurried off.
He arrived at his room and stepped inside, quickly slamming the door shut.
Why won't he listen? He was at a complete loss for words. What more did his majesty want from him?
It wasn't just him, but neither of the doctors could find out anything. Why was he the only one being pressured? Had he made a mistake by accepting to come to the royal mansion?
Arghhh! Edward groaned inwardly and hurried his face into his palms, completely bewildered.
