Chapter 120

• Ken lay unconscious on the bed, completely still. His breathing was soft and steady, causing Cynthia's heart to rise and fall with each gentle pause.
• Carrying a small bucket of warm water, fresh towels, and wearing her apron tightly around her waist, Cynthia entered his room. Andrew had stepped out earlier, leaving her to take care of Ken alone. She didn't mind this duty at all; in fact, she welcomed it. Caring for him gave her a sense of responsibility and a little control in a situation that felt overwhelming. She didn't trust the maids and preferred to manage on her own.
• Cynthia quietly set her supplies down and began tidying the room. She arranged the side table, dusted the surfaces, and straightened the sheets. While bending down to sweep underneath the bed, she noticed something unusual—a small, empty pack lying half-hidden. She frowned and picked it up.