Half The Owner
One of the maids replied with a yes subconsciously. Taken aback by her own reflex, the maid toss a timid look at Harrison.
With a gesture from Harrison, the maids quickly prepared everything and brought in some warm water according to Derila wishes. They then left with a quick bow.
While the maids busied themselves, Charles frowned before leaving silently for the living room and took a seat there.
Harrison waited till the maids left to have a private word with Derila. Before long, he too went into the living room to wait.
Unable to help himself, Charles made a snide remark. "At this rate, she might as well be half the owner of this place."
Harrison cleared his throat a little in response. "She definitely displays such a manner. It's no wonder the maids and medical staff are terrified of her."
"In other words, she's been spoiled." Charles shook his head, displeased. "You tolerate her too much."
"How is it my fault?" argued Harrison, feeling slightly aggrieved. "She's not even afraid of Mr. Lierger himself. What makes you think I have any say?"
"Speaking of which…" Charles's frown deepened. "Mr. Lierger couldn't have fallen for her, could he? Otherwise, why would he be so tolerant of her?"
"I think it's a bit off as well…" Harrison turned his gaze upward as he thought out loud. "Mr. Lierger truly did show her special patience. Even though he's angry, he would always calm down at the most important moment."
"When it comes to romantic relationships, Mr. Lierger is way too naïve…" Charles could not help but feel worried for Daemon. "This is really dangerous. He could easily be fooled. Once he's recovered, we must bring him out to experience the cruel reality of this world…"
"Let's continue this conversation only after he's recovered."
Throughout the entire time, Harrison stood next to the curtains and kept his neck stretched as he tried to peek inside the room.
After Derila had took Daemon's temperature and tuck him in, she took a seat on the rug next to the bed and played "Angry Birds" on an iPad.
Even though she had lowered the volume, it could still be heard.
Harrison sighed in exasperation. There they were, worrying their heads off while the doctor could not even be bothered.
"She, she…"
"Alright, alright."
Just as Charles was about to lose his temper at Derila, Harrison quickly interfered. "Just let her play. He had taken his medications and the injection. It is probably safe to assume that his condition is stable for now."
"This is preposterous!" Charles was on the edge of exploding in fury.
"Stay calm, " said Harrison, to himself as much as it was to Charles. "I'll go in and ask about his condition again after half an hour, " reassured Harrison.
"Fine…"
Both Harrison and Charles paced around the living room restlessly in subdued anxiousness.
After what felt like forever, half an hour finally passed. Charles immediately urged Harrison to inquire about the situation.
However, the sight that awaited him upon entering the room left him at a loss for words.
Derila had gotten tired from gaming and had fallen asleep leaning against the bed.
Perhaps because she was cold, she had pulled a part of Daemon's blanket over herself as well.
Meanwhile, Daemon's arm dangled from the bed, coincidentally brushing her cheek.
The atmosphere surrounding the two seemed a little romantic.
Annoyance coursed through Harrison's veins. He wanted to scold Derila for not being professional, but just as he was about to speak, he swallowed his words.
He did not want to wake Daemon.
With a sigh, Harrison made his way to the bedside and used a digital thermometer to take Daemon's temperature. Upon noticing Daemon's fever dropped, Harrison breathed a sigh of relief.
"How is it?"
Impatient, Charles went inside to ask.
"Shh!" Harrison hushed, reminding Charles to keep his voice low.
At the sight of Derila sleeping by the bedside, Charles's rage suddenly spiked. Aware of Charles's anger, Harrison quickly pulled the former away.
"His fever has dropped."
"Really? That's good… but, that woman…"
"Forget about it. Just turn a blind eye."
"But…"
"Patience. We'll discuss about everything else after Mr. Lierger recovers."
"Fine." Charles finally relented.
Meanwhile, Derila was dreaming. It was once again regarding a beaming young woman with a young man whose face was blurred.
That time, the two of them were holding hands and running in a field.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, its warm gentle rays reflected the lucky and joyful smiles on their faces…
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