"He said he felt unwell, ate a bite and then asked me to take it away."
Henry Taylor's face was grave, his eyes flickering, showing a look of wanting to speak but hesitating.
Tara Summer frowned, glanced at the clock hanging in the dining room, almost eight... eight o'clock?
As if realizing something, she suddenly stood up and quickly walked out.
Tara Summer hurried upstairs and found Norton Abyss in the study on the fifth floor; the man is currently sitting on the swivel leather chair behind the desk.
He rested a hand on his forehead, his face towards the ground, his tall and impressive body noticeably tense, with his shoulders faintly trembling.
"Norton!?..." Tara Summer rushed over, grabbing his shoulder with one hand, bending down to scrutinize his face, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable again? Do you need blood!?"
