When he entered the room, Soren found his brother and Ren sitting on their respective chairs. One wiped Enzo's sweat-drenched face while the other pressed ice on his forehead to reduce his burning fever. The red-haired man sighed, realizing neither Zayden nor Ren had eaten all day, too worried to leave Enzo alone.
"You both!…" he said, shaking his head. "Go get some fresh air. At this rate, you will both fall sick."
"But—"
"I have finished all my meetings for today. I will stay here, so go," Soren interrupted, glaring at his brother. "Worrying doesn't mean you should neglect yourselves."
Reluctantly, Ren and Zayden exchanged a glance before nodding and leaving the room. They couldn't argue against Soren.
Walking down the hallway, Zayden glanced at the silver-haired man beside him, who was staring at the floor as if lost in thought.
"Are you alright?" Zayden asked, worry flickering across his face.
