"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry anyone," Yusha forced a smile, looking at the servants surrounding him.
Several exchanged looks—sympathy, pity.
That hurt more.
They helped him to his feet and guided him to his room.
Once the door closed behind them, silence settled.
For a moment, Yusha allowed himself to feel it—the sting, the disappointment, the tiny hope that had been crushed again.
He pressed a trembling hand over his stomach.
I should have been more careful. I shouldn't make things harder for him. I need to be careful…
After a long time, when the sun began to set, the sky turning peach-orange, the door opened.
Liam slipped inside, expression tense.
"Are you trying to ruin me?" he growled.
Yusha looked up, startled.
"I—no, I just—"
"You collapsed in front of everyone," Liam continued, crossing his arms. "Do you have any idea what kind of rumours will start?"
Yusha lowered his gaze.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean—"
