Wren, Can I Have Yours?

Before Justine could say something, the call ended. The actress frowned at the phone, only to think of telling Keagan immediately. However, she saw Keagan fall face-first into her bed again. The missy even curled up as if no one else was there with her. 

Justine sat nearby, but Keagan didn't make another sound. The actress just stroked Keagan's head and saved the number on her phone with a note.

[Mr. Knight?] [Tell Winnie to take care if she is responsible. If not, the knights will hunt the killer.]

…

The loud closing of the car door woke Wren from her silent reverie. When she looked up to find Lev opening her door, the madam couldn't even get off immediately. It was like her body didn't want her to deal with more problems upon coming home. After all, Keagan was not feeling well, and she couldn't do anything about it.