Throughout the morning, his mind was restless, haunted by images of that infuriating woman looking half-dead.
Finally, he decided to return.
"Still haven't eaten?" His voice was chillingly cold, causing shivers.
Mrs. Harris shook her head, her fear palpable; she dreaded Damian Sterling's reproach.
Damian Sterling flicked his finger dismissively, his cold voice commanding, "Leave."
Mrs. Harris, worried, glanced between the frail Emma Hart on the bed and the terrifying Damian Sterling, hesitating to speak.
After all, she was just a servant. Reluctantly, she made her way to the door and left with reluctance.
The moment the door shut, Damian Sterling, his face a mask of coldness, strode towards the bed.
Emma Hart caught a glimpse of Damian Sterling from the corner of her eye, his presence chilling.
Frightened, she slightly shifted away.
