An hour later, the office returned to calm.
Travis Miller called for Penelope Conner's personal doctor to give her a sedative.
Penelope Conner was resting in the lounge.
"Madam has rarely had an episode in recent years. You have always been cautious about this. What happened today…"
Travis Miller's expression was grim.
Seeing him silent and looking unwell, the doctor cautiously reminded him again.
"Try not to stimulate her, try not to go against her wishes. Haven't you managed this well all these years…"
Travis Miller stood by the bed in the lounge, quietly watching Penelope Conner's pale sleeping face, not speaking for a long time.
The doctor called out to him again with a puzzled expression, "Young Master Miller…"
Travis Miller slowly withdrew his gaze and, after a few seconds of silence, spoke softly, "…Got it."
Leaving the lounge, Travis Miller walked to his desk, opened a drawer, picked up a cigarette, lit it, then took his phone and paced to the window.
