Though this was the Taylor residence, Sinclair's command carried undeniable authority.
"Yes!"
The Taylor family servants waiting nearby bowed their heads and withdrew without hesitation.
In an instant, the parlor was left with only the five of them.
Camilla turned to Sinclair, her long, thick lashes fluttering faintly.
*Sweetheart always understands me without a word.*
"Camilla," Sinclair murmured, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Is there something wrong with Taylor's condition?"
The moment those words left his lips, the expressions of the other three shifted instantly.
"Sister Camilla," Melissa's face was etched with anxiety as she rose to her feet, clutching Camilla's hand with trembling fingers.
"Is there something wrong with my brother's condition?"
Her brother was the only family she had left in this world.
Since childhood, her greatest fear had been the thought of losing him.
