{Third Person}
Alexander's brows slowly furrowed. Then again, Amara's voice carried on.
"And why does he keep coming over to my side to interrogate me? Alexander Thornfield, don't you have anything better to do?"
A vein ticked faintly at his temple.
On the other side, Mrs. Woods and Sonia looked like they were about to lose their lives. They were shocked with Amara suddenly waking up from sleep, and trying to bring death to their doors.
"Lady Amara, please…" Mrs. Woods tried, her voice low and urgent as she sat beside her on the bed. "You must rest now."
Sonia stood nearby, wringing her hands, completely panicked. "Please, Miss, you have to stop talking…"
But Amara wasn't listening. Not even a little. She waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, I'm not done…"
Mrs. Woods nearly wept.
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Back in his chamber, Alexander exhaled sharply then scoffed. "This woman is really trying her luck with me this night."
