Zaha Serpentes furrowed his brows deeply. Finally, this day arrived.
He saw Harriet looking down at the wrist he examined. And this silence was too suffocating for him.
There was a thin, stagnant atmosphere around Harriet. The woman was so calm, like the surface of a lake as flat as a silver mirror. But her own figure was not reflected in that lake surface where ripples could not be found, as if her presence were completely intangible.
Zaha had anticipated this moment to arrive.
The moment when Liam would know Harriet's true body condition.
"The Duchess doesn't show any deterioration in health and everything seems perfectly normal as before, Duke Almandine," said Zaha, who was trying to calm the long blonde-haired man who was staring at him coldly behind his wife.
"And I am not lying," he continued, even though he knew he didn't have to say that to make the Duke believe him.