Night blindness? This is night blindness?
Selina had studied medicine for a few years under Uncle Gordon. She knew what typical night blindness looked like—
And Logan...
"Sir, Madam, aren't you coming down for dinner?"
Miller Butler knocked cheerfully at the door.
Logan stood up, voice calm as ever.
"Miller Butler, the vase broke. Please have someone clean it up."
Then he turned back like nothing had happened.
"Let's eat."
Selina followed him, frowning slightly.
Dinner ended around 8 p.m. Selina headed upstairs, took a shower, and went straight to bed.
Right before falling asleep, she hesitated, then sent Gordon a message.
[Uncle Gordon, are you free tomorrow? I have something I need to ask you.]
[Ask me over the phone.]
[No. It's important. I have to ask in person.]
Once they'd agreed on a time, Selina finally closed her eyes.
But she didn't sleep well—every time she blinked, she saw Logan's lifeless eyes.
