Grant Manor was brightly lit, a stark contrast to New Year's Eve. Seraphina Sterling keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the manor was off. Everyone seemed on edge, their nerves stretched taut, as if bracing for something sudden to happen at any moment.
Seraphina's expression also grew solemn. 'What on earth happened to change the atmosphere of the entire manor? Did something happen to Terrence Grant again? Don't tell me he's injured again?' The last time he was hurt, the mood of everyone in the manor had shifted.
At this thought, Seraphina's pace quickened unconsciously. 'That man's skills are so formidable and his movements so sharp, he shouldn't get injured easily! There can't be many people who could actually hurt him.'
Seraphina shrewdly noticed that Hughes wasn't taking her to Terrence Grant's room. Her brow furrowed even tighter. 'Has something really happened? Is Terrence Grant truly in some kind of danger?' Seraphina couldn't help but grow tense.
"Ah…"
"Ngh… Ah!"
