LUCIAN~
I stared at Marilyn, who was lying on the bed lifeless, and I felt like crying.
She was so lean that she could snap in two. Her body was all white, like she was locked in a freezer for a while.
"Lord Lucian?" I heard a voice behind me, and I turned to see her, Madam, there, with a bandage on her arms.
We both left the ward and sat at the bench in the hallway before she began, "My Marilyn is a survivor. She'll survive this at all costs."
"Who did you think was the perpetrator of this blunder?" I asked steeply, trying not to let my anger show in my tone.
She heaved a long sigh. "It's hard to pinpoint who did it because our house has been temporarily shut down for a while. No customers are inside except the servants. Mary and others left for shopping."
I was silent again,
