Marvin was startled; he hadn’t noticed that the man was still there.
He pursed his lips in silence and sat obediently across from Annabelle and Elio, next to Linda.
Annabelle smiled apologetically at them and suggested they step aside. “Please excuse yourselves. I’ll be conducting a consultation, and since it involves private matters for a woman, it’s not appropriate for men to be present.”
They nodded in agreement and moved to a nearby table, staring at each other from across the room.
Annabelle then examined Linda's pulse on both wrists, her brows furrowing slightly. The pulse was slow and weak—certainly not a good sign. Observing Linda’s complexion, which was pale and fatigued, she noticed that when they shook hands, her fingers were cold to the touch. This woman’s illness was defin
