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R. RNOJ MANSION

"Fortunately, we weren't too late." A calm composure carved in his body, his smile kind and innocent. Looking at Jahir his housekeeper slightly let out a sigh. He had an unconvinced look over his face and it was all because of Lydia who was lying on the bed covered with a thick blanket and a cold pad over her forehead. In the guest room which was barely used, Jahir the famous painter and his housekeeper were checking on Lydia whom they found sitting outside Ethan's house. She was almost unconscious trying to keep a hold on her life. 

Jahir sat next to her; he changed the cold pad with a new one to help her with her fever. She was in pain and her expression screamed it though she was still unconscious. Her creased brows and wheezing nose turned red, pale face and lips, she was gasping hard for a breath completely drained from fever.