The dark eyes stared intently at the group of servants by the bedside, repeatedly asking, "How's the situation? Is it serious?"
The doctors hadn't completely examined her yet and couldn't answer his questions. As time went on, Liam Yancey's anger grew, almost to the point of bursting.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to move. The atmosphere in the bedroom was so tense it seemed about to snap...
Fortunately, a moment later, Emma Benson received a report from a servant and hurried over, her complexion dark and brows knit tightly.
Rushing into the bedroom, she saw Tara Summer lying pale on the bed, her own face turning white with anxiety.
"Tara!..." Her steps were unsteady as she dashed towards the bed, but when she passed by Liam Yancey, he raised a hand to stop her. She paused and looked up to ask Liam, "Is she bleeding again!?"
"Again?" The man caught the key word, his handsome face turned colder. He squinted his eyes, stopped pacing, and stared at Emma Benson.
