Yet at this moment, his urgency was palpable.
The door to the room upstairs was ajar. The man strode up the staircase without pause and entered the room directly, the servant stationed at the door feeling an undeniable gust of sharp wind brushing past their face.
Already bowing their head low, they lowered it even further.
The woman lying on the bed in the room had stabilized, her eyes closed as she slept peacefully.
The personal servant, physician, and assistants in the room immediately stood respectfully to one side, speaking softly:
"Sir."
The man cast a frosty glance across the people in front of him, his voice deep yet chillingly sharp.
"What happened?!"
The group hesitated momentarily, before the personal servant took the lead to speak, "Sir…"
The man abruptly raised a hand to silence her, glancing at the peacefully sleeping woman on the bed before saying in a low voice:
"To the study."
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