In the Firth family's villa.
In Charlie's bedroom, Nancy was lying in bed with her eyes closed. The private doctor had already visited and placed her on a drip.
Charlie sat at the bedside, gently holding Nancy's another hand. Looking at her feverish and flushed face, which was slowly getting back to normal, he felt greatly relieved.
Fortunately, it was just a fever. As long as the fever subsided, Nancy would be fine.
"Knock, knock, knock ..."
The bedroom door was gently knocked on from the outside, followed by Maid Heather's voice, "Young Master Firth, Mr. Mirren and Mrs. Mirren came and wish to meet Mrs. Firth."
Charlie squinted a little and said in a cold tone, "Don’t let them in."
Maid Heather nodded. Without a word, she turned to leave.
Maid Heather went to the front door and
