Throughout the few minutes from the elevator to the room, Suzanne Trent remained silent.
Upon entering the room, she was practically pulled by the man to the bedside and forcibly seated by pushing her shoulders down.
Mason King looked down at her face: "Sit properly, don't overthink it, I'll be here for everything."
He glanced at the time; it was just past four in the afternoon. The sky in Imperial City was already slightly gloomy, but it was not dark yet. The tree trunks and branches outside the window were covered with silver-white frost, the windows tightly closed, and the warmth in the room was sufficient and comforting.
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