Trenton Smith opened his eyes.
The old butler stood at the door, looking at the man's face, his expression somewhat odd: "Mr. Smith... Miss Moore came back looking a bit unwell."
Thinking of Norris Moore's appearance when she entered from the door, he felt a bit panicked.
Trenton Smith stood up from the sofa and asked, "Where is she now?"
"Miss Moore has returned to her bedroom."
"..." Trenton Smith silently nodded, walked over and headed towards the bedroom.
The old butler watched Trenton Smith's retreating figure, his eyebrows furrowed slightly; for some reason, he felt the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
Norris returned in that state...
Thinking of that pale, expressionless face, the butler shuddered.
*
Trenton Smith pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was silent, and the lights were off. Faint light seeped out from the bathroom, accompanied by heartbreaking retching sounds.
