Cass’s POV“I’ll be waiting outside, Miss Cassandra. If you need anything at all, just call for me.”Russel held the door to Iris’s recovery room open, bowing respectfully as he spoke.“Thank you, Gamma Russel,” I murmured. I nodded lightly and pushed the door open. He was the same as I remembered—polite, steady, and still the person Alaric trusted most.The moment the door cracked open, Iris straightened on her bed. Her smile bloomed wide and bright—so different from the night she begged me to go home. The memory of that night, when I felt like a stranger to her, still tightened painfully in my chest.“Aunt Cass!”That little voice made me want to sweep her into a hug right then.“May I come in?” I asked, returning her smile.Iris nodded eagerly. But—“Can I help you, ma’am…?”The voice made me turn. A servant stood there, face stiff, eyes openly judging me with irritation she didn’t bother hiding. I’d never seen her before.Who was she?“Miss Iris needs proper rest. There should be
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