Chapter 115

Daimon’s gaze flickered toward her, as if waiting for some reaction. When she remained silent, he hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down. Picking up his spoon, he took a bite of his own food. Almost instantly, his face contorted in pain. His grip on the spoon tightened, his knuckles turning white, and beads of cold sweat formed along his forehead. "Sir, is it your stomach again?" Auntie Kira’s worried voice broke the silence. She hurried forward, pouring him a glass of water. Behind her, a servant quickly rushed to fetch his stomach medicine. Enlyan watched the commotion from her seat, not saying a word. She continued eating as if nothing was happening, but deep down, questions stirred in her mind. When she left five years ago, Daimon had been perfectly healthy. He never had stomach issues. Had he developed them in these past years? Could it be… that this was divine retribution? A punishment for how cold and ruthless he had been? Suppressing those thoughts, Enlyan refocused