Claire's POV
Damian looked extremely worried; his brows furrowed as he hovered near Evander's bedside. Despite his somewhat gullible nature, it was evident that he truly cared for Evander. That realization brought me a small sense of relief. At least Evander had someone like Damian to lean on and who cared for him, not only people like Gloria.
"Help me take care of him and stop ogling someone else's wife, you rascal!" Caspian interjected, his sharp tone cutting through my thoughts before I could say anything.
Damian flinched, snapping out of his worried daze. "Ah! I am coming!" he replied hastily, heading toward the washroom to fetch some water. Meanwhile, I moved to the wardrobe, pulling out a fresh towel.
"What exactly happened with you guys?" Caspian's voice stopped me mid-step. He turned his curious gaze to me, his tone slightly accusatory. "Mrs. Kensington, can you please explain?"
