章 191: Genward Past

But then Desmond abruptly halted his footsteps, swiftly turning around and slamming the door shut with a thunderous crash. The sudden noise caught the attention of those nearby, even drawing a fleeting glance from the grieving Veronica.

"Young master?" Laura, seated inside the horse carriage, anxiously inquired, her eyes widening at the shocked expression on Desmond's face.

Meanwhile, Desmond flopped down onto the bed, paying no mind to Laura's presence. With closed eyes, he issued his command, "If someone asks, tell them I'm not feeling well."

Laura, though bewildered by her young master's erratic behavior, replied obediently, "Yes, young master." Her own wound had healed, but instead of her usual attire, she had wrapped her stomach with a twisted cloth, forming a makeshift bandage.