The woman's soft, comforting words drifted through the room, nourishing Morgan's parched heart like a sweet spring. "Cecilia, thank you for staying by my side."
Hearing that the man holding her no longer sounded so hoarse, Cecilia Ashworth finally breathed a sigh of relief. She teased him playfully, "Morgan, you're starting to stink. You could give a rotten egg a run for its money. Hurry up and take a shower, or else I'm dumping you for a younger man."
Morgan let go of her and shot her a fierce glare. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Then hurry up and get washed. Give me back my handsome Morgan!" Cecilia Ashworth grabbed a change of clothes, stuffed it into his hands, and pushed him toward the bathroom.
Once she saw him head into the bathroom to shower, Cecilia Ashworth slipped out.
"Seraphina, you're here." Trudy was in the Alchemy Chamber, circling the corpse of a black-robed man on the floor. Just then, Seraphina Ashworth pushed open the door and entered.
