The porcelain shattered against the floor, tea splattering everywhere.Emerald's gaze remained fixed on the broken shards, her eyes burning with rage.Filipe, who had been walking down the hallway, entered the room.Upon seeing the mess on the floor, he didn't seem the least bit surprised. Instead, he turned to Emerald and said, "Madam, Mr. Nixon has woken up."At those words, the anger on Emerald's face was replaced by a flicker of relief. She immediately stood and hurried toward Brian's room.Before following, Filipe glanced at the nearby maids, who were trembling in fear, and instructed, "Clean this up.""Yes, sir!" the maids answered in unison.Only after Emerald and Filipe had left did the maids finally breathe a sigh of relief, quickly grabbing cleaning supplies.…A short while later, Emerald arrived at Brian's bedroom.He was already sitting up in bed, eating some soup. His face was pale, drawn with exhaustion and a deep sense of despair.From the moment he had woken
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