Chapitre 45: Mysophobia

As Emyr helped Aiden inside the villa, the butler appeared with a worry-stricken face. "Emyr, this —" He was about to ask but Emyr shook his head against it, signaling a silent warning.

The butler was confused but remained silent. Stepping aside, he allowed them to enter. However, the moment he saw Arwen, his eyes twinkled with surprise.

Arwen noticed that gaze but she couldn't decipher the emotions behind it. Her brows furrowed, not understanding why the man was looking at her as if he knew her from before. Did he know her? She didn't remember meeting him before.

She would have tried to jog back in her memory, but just then, she heard Emyr: "Madam, what next should I do?" 

Arwen, remembering the situation, let go of her curiosity and quickly walked into what felt like the living room. Approaching Aiden, she looked at his shoulder, which was now drenched in blood. "It's bleeding so much. Are you sure it's just a small scratch and nothing more?"