{Third Person}
Werewolf Clan.
Later that afternoon, Alexander called for Mrs. Woods.
When she entered the study, she immediately noticed that the atmosphere around him was calmer compared to the previous day.
Still, something about his silence made her instinctively careful.
Mrs. Woods bowed respectfully. "Your Highness."
Alexander looked up from the documents on his desk. "How is she today?"
The question immediately softened Mrs. Woods's expression.
"She has recovered very well," she answered warmly. "Her appetite returned, and she no longer complains about feeling cold."
Alexander gave a small nod. The room remained quiet for a moment, then he suddenly said, "Reduce the temperature in her bedroom."
Mrs. Woods blinked. For a second, she genuinely thought she had misheard him.
"Your Highness?"
Alexander's expression remained calm and unreadable. "Do it gradually," he instructed. "A little each day."
