The doctor arrived promptly, checked Daniel thoroughly, and assured Anna that the fever was nothing severe—just stress, exhaustion, and stubbornness catching up all at once. He administered a mild sedative to help the fever drop and scribbled a list of medicines and strict rest instructions before leaving.
Anna took one last glance at Daniel—his face peaceful, his breaths deep—before slipping out of the room and closing the door gently behind her.
She entered Daniel's vast office, the silence stretching across the gleaming space. Then, without hesitation, she sank into his executive chair—his throne—crossed her legs, and leveled her gaze at the trembling man sitting before her.
Henry flinched the moment she looked at him.
"Now," Anna said calmly, her voice controlled but carrying enough edge to slice through steel, "tell me what happened."
Henry's back straightened with a jolt, like someone had just plugged him into a high-voltage socket.
