The mansion had fallen into a deep, quiet sleep.
Hours had passed since Aira arrived at the Ayala Mansion. Ion had insisted he was fine, but she could still see the exhaustion behind his calm expression. The accident, the hospital, and the sudden return to the mansion had clearly taken their toll on him. Eventually, he had gone upstairs and fallen asleep.
But Aira could not sleep.
She lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, replaying the evening in her mind. Something about Ion felt different tonight. He had been distant—lost in thought, as though something heavy lingered in his mind.
After a while, she sighed softly and slipped out of bed.
The hallway outside Ion’s room was silent. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, painting the polished floors with pale silver l
