Chapter 97: Call of the Soul

"What?!" David Stymas was so startled he nearly dropped the prescription in his hand. By the look of him, Diego Santee did not seem to be joking. What's more, he had glanced at David's prescription only once and already guessed that Ms. Stymas's condition had worsened. He had a keen eye; maybe his medical skill really was something. After all, news of Ms. Stymas's decline had never left the household. These past few days, Vincent had been forced to stay at the manor, keeping watch day and night...