Otthen pulled his mobile out of his pocket to unblock Cambrik’s number.
Otthen had barely removed the block on the number when a loud bang echoed through the hall.
He looked up sharply, his heart racing when he saw Cynthia sprawled on the floor, her face pale and motionless.
He hurried over and lowered himself to his knees beside her, instinctively examining her pulse.
It was faint, her skin clammy to the touch. He felt a jolt of panic, his mind racing. Her heart condition. He’d almost forgotten.
Despite everything that had happened, despite the betrayal and manipulation, he knew Cynthia’s health issues were real, and in that moment, her vulnerability struck him hard.
“Someone, call an ambulance!” he barked, his voice echoing through the hall.
The servants sprang into action, the
