'Benjamin Morgan silently said a prayer for his brother.'
***
「That evening, after school.」
Just as Aurora Sinclair stepped out of the school gates, she saw a strange man wearing sunglasses and a mask standing next to Butler Sinclair.
"Young Miss, hurry… Beta is here with a delivery for you."
Aurora Sinclair walked over slowly. Tilting her head, she studied him for a long while as a faint scent of medicinal herbs drifted from him.
"You're injured?"
Beta Morgan's spine snapped straight, and he nodded again and again.
'He was so thoroughly covered, but she could still tell he was injured.'
'What a kind and considerate young woman!'
Aurora Sinclair opened her backpack and slowly took out a small glass bottle.
"For your wound."
Beta Morgan was deeply touched.
'No wonder the young master takes such good care of her. She's an absolute sweetheart!'
