As Anya walked in, she saw that some of the assistants were still cleaning the floor and others were replacing the dirty carpet.
Noah was lying limply on his super large bed. She hesitantly entered his room, her eyes gazing pityingly at the young man who still looked grieving and shocked.
"'Ughukk...uhukk...'" Noah coughed while clutching his chest.
"The young master's body is still very heated," chirped one of the servants.
"What should we do?"
"Just wait until the doctor comes," said another.
"Excuse me..." Anya greeted the two servants. Upon seeing Anya's presence in the room, both servants immediately bowed and stepped back and greeted her politely.
"Miss..." they greeted.
"Yes."
Anya took a few steps closer to Noah.
"Anya..." Noah's pale lips trembled as he called her name
