Back in the hospital's emergency room, the doctors had just begun to attend to James's wound.
Lucy stood nearby, consumed by guilt. "Mr. Arthur, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been hurt today."
James turned to look at her but remained silent. He lowered his gaze and let out a melancholic smile.
What he was yearning for was simply someone who resembled her.
Lisa had been gone for so long that even he, who was usually composed, had started to panic. Whenever he saw a similar figure, he would grasp at it like a lifeline.
He knew Lucy had nothing to do with this situation and shouldn't be involved. However, when he looked at her familiar face, he found himself unable to push her away.
"Mr. Arthur, the little master has been crying all this time. Would you like to see him?" a nur
