Lyra's gaze never left Harrison's face, her eyes flashing with a warning. "Oscar's right, Harrison. You're a threat to me and my child."
Harrison's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with remorse as he moved closer to Lyra. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, Lyra. It wasn't intentional," He apologised.
Lyra's gaze remained calm, her focus on her injured leg. The cut was minor, but she welcomed Oscar's attentive care.
Oscar efficiently cleaned and dressed the wound with a bandage the maids offered, his hands gentle. "All done, Ma'am."
Lyra smiled softly. "Thank you, Oscar."
Harrison stood afar, his eyes longing to bridge the distance between them. He yearned to help, to show his concern, but Lyra's previous warning kept him at bay.
"Can I...do something?" Harrison asked, his voice hesitan
