Gillian didn’t know if Augustus's silent way of coping with pain was due to his character before he became a retard or if it was due to the events he had gone through after waking up as a retard.
Gillian snapped out of her chaotic thoughts and scurried towards Augustus, panic and worry written on her face.
Gillian shakily extended her hands to support Augustus; her body trembled due to the fear and panic surging in her. Her shaky hands fell on Augustus' forehead to gauge his temperature.
But after a few seconds, Gillian didn’t find anything amiss with Augustus' temperature, making her more anxious. She bowed slightly in front of him and stared directly into his eyes. “Young Master, is anything wrong?” She inquired worriedly.
Augustus’ furrowed brows deepened, his lips pursed, and he h
