Mr. Crow clenched his beak, muttering curses nonstop. Guilt gnawed at him viciously. She was suffering now, and it was his fault for wasting time on words.
He shot toward the door in a blur of black feathers.
"Lucy!" His voice rang with panic. "Help, quickly!"
By now, Lucy and Mr. Crow's relationship had improved considerably.
The old misunderstandings had faded like distant shadows. When Lucy saw the panic etched onto his usually composed face, she did not waste a second and followed him inside.
The moment her hand touched Lana's forehead, her expression changed. "She's burning up."
Without hesitation, Lucy called for the other maids. Footsteps echoed through the corridor, voices overlapping with urgency, and soon a doctor was summoned.
After examining Lana, the doctor straightened up, his tone calm yet firm.
"She has overused her energy. Severe exhaustion triggered the fever. She needs at least a day of complete rest. Three days would be ideal."
