Before long, the estate's resident physician was hurriedly summoned to provide emergency treatment to Sarah, who had collapsed.
The initial diagnosis was an acute stress reaction brought on by extreme emotional distress, accompanied by brief respiratory suppression and fainting. Fortunately, there was no lasting damage.
After giving her an injection to calm her nerves and confirming that she was out of danger, the doctor was directed by Madam Funair to bandage the self-inflicted knife wound on Anthony's arm.
By then, Sarah had been settled in a secluded guest room on the second floor. She lay on the soft bed, her face still pale and her breathing faint but steady. The medication was clearly taking effect, and she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Carlos stayed in the small sitting room with Madam Funair. His gaze fell on her, and he couldn't help marveling at how astonishingly beautiful she still was, even after all the chaos. Especially...
Her emerald-green skirt spread across the chair like a still lake, making her exposed neck look all the more fair and slender. Her complexion was paler than usual, but that pallor softened her regal air. The subtle fragility it lent her made her seem even more vulnerable and captivating than before.
"Thank you. I'm all right, Mr. Carlos," Madam Funair said. Her voice was like silk steeped in ice water, carrying just the right touch of a victim's exhaustion while remaining utterly composed. "I'm ashamed you had to witness such an appalling scene."
"Please, there's no need to say that, Madam. It's my duty. My detective agency takes aftercare very seriously." Carlos smiled faintly. "It's an honor to help a beautiful lady like you. I just didn't expect things to go this far."
At his words, Madam Funair's lips curved into the faintest smile,