Although he hoped she'd be well, she just couldn't get better.
Faced with such a situation, a girl would endure immense suffering, and he was deeply moved, feeling pain for himself and for her.
Turstin Muller had been worrying about Valentine Teller, restless and uneasy. He calculated that she would have left work and rushed over without hesitation, just wanting to see if she was okay.
At the corner of the street downstairs, he encountered his father, only managed a brief greeting, and rushed upstairs without speaking a word.
If she didn't open the door for him, was he prepared to knock all night?
Oh...
What must be faced, will eventually have to be faced. Valentine Teller stood up, dragging her feet to open the door.
"Turstin."
As the door opened, she saw his face filled with anxiety. He was very worried about her, and she couldn't face him.
