The Silent Healer

While Moza was still reeling from her own conflicting emotions, a deep voice resonated from the doorway.

​"Abi, do not go around calling strangers your mother."

​Every head in the room turned in unison. Standing at the door was a man wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He stood about 185 centimeters tall with a sturdy posture, broad shoulders, and long, elegant fingers. His face was perfectly symmetrical, anchored by a pair of pitch-black eyes. His expression was cold, yet a flicker of tenderness appeared when he looked at Abigail.

​Moza recognized him immediately as Rezon Limantara, the second son of the family. He was a neurosurgeon and the head of Limantara Medical, a man whose name frequently graced international medical journals as "The Silent Healer."

​When Rezon saw Abigail clinging to Moza’s waist, his thick brows knitted together sharply.

​"Abi, let go," he said flatly, his voice quiet yet sharp enough for everyone to hear.

​Abigail looked at her uncle with a pout but finally chose to release her grip. By reflex, Moza took a step back. For a split second, her eyes locked with Rezon’s dark gaze. For some reason, Moza felt as though his stare could pierce right through her, like two souls that had once touched in a dream.

​That fateful night, even though her eyes had been covered, she had perceived everything through touch, sound, and scent. She remembered the warm breath, the deep sighs, and the gravelly voice of the man who had claimed her body. That voice bore a haunting resemblance to Rezon’s low bass.

​However, Moza quickly brushed the thought aside. She could not afford to be reckless or jump to conclusions. After all, she had yet to meet Dastan, the primary heir to the Limantara throne, or the youngest brother, Kageo.

​"Do not assume every woman who enters this mansion is your future mother, Abi. Your father will be angry," Rezon warned his niece.

​At the mention of her father, Abigail puckered her lips. "But this lady is pretty! She’s perfect to be my mommy! Besides, I’ve seen her face before in a painting belonging to..."

​Before she could finish her sentence, Rezon pressed his forefinger against Abigail’s lips with a swift motion. Moza silently noted his overly cautious reaction. It was as if Abigail were about to leak a secret that had to remain buried.

​"Enough. Just show your drawing to Grandpa Markus."

​Abigail let out a dramatic sigh and ran toward Master Markus’s bed. She held up a drawing of a mermaid with fiery red hair soaring over blue waves.

​Master Markus chuckled softly, his eyes brightening. "Well, that is wonderful! It seems you inherited Kageo’s talent for painting."

​After receiving praise from her great-grandfather, Abigail spun around and jogged back toward Moza.

​"What is your name, Pretty Lady? Are you going to live here?"

​Moza bowed slightly before answering the little girl. "You can call me Moza. I will be living here in the mansion to cook and clean."

​"Yes!" Abigail jumped up and down. "That means I can see you every day! Tonight, you have to read me a bedtime story."

​Before Moza could respond, Thalia took Abigail’s hand with a firm grip. "Little Miss, let us go change your clothes with Lena first."

​Without giving Abigail a chance to protest, Thalia handed the girl over to her nanny who was waiting at the door. Meanwhile, Rezon walked closer to Master Markus’s bed. His gaze turned gentle, filled with professional concern.

​"How are you feeling today, Grandpa? Would you like me to examine you?"

​"There is no need," Master Markus replied with a wave of his hand, pointing toward the soup bowl. "I feel more energized after eating the soup Moza made. Try it, Rezon."

​Rezon stared at the bowl for a few seconds with a flat expression. Moza could see the hesitation in his eyes, as if he were reluctant to taste it but felt compelled to please his grandfather. Using a silver spoon, Rezon finally took a small sip. His eyes narrowed and his thick brows rose slightly, but he remained silent.

​As if sensing the atmosphere, Thalia moved forward and bowed respectfully to Master Markus.

​"If the Grandmaster permits, I will take Moza to the servants' quarters so she can put away her things. I will also instruct her on the rules and etiquette of the mansion."

​Master Markus nodded. "Very well. Clear these dishes. Remind Moza to clean my room every morning at seven sharp."

​"I understand, Sir."

​With a sharp look and a nod, Thalia signaled for Moza to take the tray. Without delay, Moza approached the folding table to gather the remains of the meal. However, as she reached for the edge of the tray, her hand suddenly brushed against Rezon’s firm skin. The contact felt warm, like a bolt of electricity shooting down her spine.

​Spontaneously, Moza pulled her hand back. She nearly dropped the tray, but Rezon caught it with lightning-fast reflexes. Before Moza’s shock could fade, Rezon suddenly took the remaining pomegranate pudding from the tray. He examined it for a moment before turning his gaze toward Moza.

​"Make a pudding like this for Kageo and deliver it to his room. Pomegranate is excellent for the immune system."

​Moza nodded, but her mind was spinning. This first order from Rezon had granted her the chance to meet Kageo Limantara, the most mysterious master among the five brothers.