Harmon, who had spent the entire night standing guard, exchanged glances with Milton and let out a small sigh of relief.
He didn't know who Camilla was.
But he had spent the night with a heavy heart, thinking about Carl—the man who never wavered—crying over the loss of his mother.
"Harmon."
Before the door closes, Carl's soft voice is heard.
Harmon looks around, then carefully enters the room and closes the door.
"Yes, Lord Carl."
Harmon thinks he should change rooms because of the overwhelming stench assaulting his nose. Then, he glances at Carl, who is sitting with his back to the bed as if nothing happened, and at the beautiful woman with a pale face lying asleep on the bed. His mouth twists.
He suddenly remembers Carl caressing his mother, Lilly, who had been dead for a long time.
"I will leave it to you to take care of it."
"… Lord Carl."
Harmon licks his lips in embarrassment before speaking in a firm voice.
