Chapter 128

"Sir." As soon as Prescott came down the stairs, Willa moved quickly toward him from the living room. Her face, always stern, softened a bit when she saw him-there was even a faint warmth in her eyes, enough to make that scar across her cheek seem less harsh. After all, Prescott had saved her life... twice. To Willa, he meant more than the world. If he ever told her to throw herself off a cliff, she wouldn't hesitate for a second. That's how much she owed him. She'd never married either; over the years, she'd come to see Prescott as half a son. She cared more about his well-being than anyone else on this earth. Prescott gave a slight nod, his lips curling faintly. "Willa, go to the infirmary and grab some medicine for Camila. Get a little extra." He figured she probably had a ton of bruises. Back at the villa, things had gotten intense fast-he'd gone a bit wild, and her soft skin likely hadn't escaped without marks. Honestly, he'd rather apply the medicine himself, but he knew if he so