Meanwhile, at the hotel.
After sending the messages to Vangar and Vincent, Xarion returned to the room.
The moment he saw Rory sitting against the headboard, her complexion still pale and fragile, he pressed his lips tightly together and walked over.
Dropping to one knee beside the bed, he lowered his head.
"Female Master, I'm sorry..."
His voice was thick with guilt.
"This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let my jealousy get the better of me and caused a scene."
His eyes were filled with self-reproach.
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been sick enough to throw up like that."
After the doctor's treatment, Rory was already feeling much better. Hearing his words, she reached out and pulled him to his feet.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Her tone was gentle but firm.
"This has nothing to do with you. Lian already examined me."
She squeezed his hand reassuringly.
