Chapter 657

Olivia was trembling. Despite being in warm water and changing into fresh clothes, she still felt chillingly cold. She curled up in bed, her posture small and protective as if she were nursing her own wounds. Claude watched her from a distance before slowly approaching. Eventually, he sat by the bed, placing his hand gently on her head. "Do you feel any better now?" he asked softly. Olivia didn't look up but buried her head deeper into her arms, remaining silent. Turning to the maid, he instructed, "Bring her a glass of hot water." The maid, a middle-aged woman who had helped bathe Olivia, quietly went to the table to pour the water and brought it over promptly. "Drink this, it might help your stomach," Claude suggested, handing her the glass with care, trying not to startle her. It took a moment, but hearing his gentle suggestion, Olivia lifted her head. She saw the warm, angelic face again. She took the glass with both hands, drinking slowly, her movements tentative. Claude o