Davis slowly walked down the stairs after a refreshing bath. Dressed in a dark, crisp shirt and black pants, his hair damp and pushed back, his eyes closed and the tension in his shoulder palpable.
Now that Jessica was finally asleep, he could fully face the situation that had been waiting for him downstairs.
His sharp eyes scanned the living room from the top of the stairs. The house staff had long vanished, having wisely removed themselves from the unsettling presence and gruesome sight of the men tied up below.
Standing nearby was Ethan, alongside another guard whom Davis presumed Ethan had summoned.
Davis' expression was cold and detached, void of emotion, as he descended the staircase—an action he had believed was impossible just a year ago. With several doctors declaring his situation beyond remedy, he has lost the hope and the will to walk again.
