527 Margaret stirred, a slight tremor running through her limbs as her body gradually came back to consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered, struggling to open against the weight of the sleep that had consumed her. It was as if her body refused to leave the warmth of oblivion, clinging to the peaceful

529 Both men turned toward her, their argument momentarily forgotten. Julius stepped forward, his expression softening as he approached the bed. “Auntie Margaret, you’re awake,” he said, his voice laced with feigned concern. “How are you feeling?” Margaret’s gaze flicked between the two men, her e

531 James shut the door firmly behind them, his every step deliberate as he led Julius down the dimly lit hallway outside Lady Margaret’s chambers. The tension between them crackled like a live wire. Once they were far enough from the room, James spun around, his jaw clenched and his piercing gaze

533 James reentered Lady Margaret’s room with a slow, measured step, his face carefully neutral. Julius's departure still hung heavily in his mind, but he was determined not to let it show. Margaret sat propped against her pillows, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto him the moment he crossed t

535 The evening settled into a quiet calm as Dr. Whitaker entered Lady Margaret’s room, clipboard in hand. The soft rustle of papers filled the otherwise silent space, broken only by the gentle hum of the hospital’s fluorescent lights. He smiled at Lady Margaret, who sat propped up in her bed, her