Master Leland turned his head, saw Yvette Harris, and asked, "Oh, why are you here?"
"Master Leland, have you forgotten? You were the one who called me in earlier."
"Look at my memory. I must have dozed off and forgotten," Master Leland sighed. "I'm getting old... so old..."
"Old? I don't see it at all."
Yvette saw Master Leland struggling to get up and hurried over to assist him, even placing a pillow behind his back.
Master Leland gave Yvette an appreciative glance.
"It's all Sabrina's fault. If it weren't for her, Master Leland wouldn't have fallen ill." Yvette's eyes reddened slightly as she spoke with a look of self-reproach.
Master Leland sighed. "...Sabrina, is she alright?"
"She's definitely not..." Yvette caught herself, realizing her slip of the tongue, and quickly corrected, "She's alright... very alright..."
Master Leland looked at her sharply. "Yvette, I want the truth."
