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Raina’s words made Moza realize that Valen likely had a habit of making life difficult for the servants she disliked, using the Young Masters' absence as an opportunity to act arbitrarily.However, Moza was determined not to let Valen do the same to her. She was not a woman who would bow down simply because of threats or sarcasm.With an unyielding spirit, Moza hurried to her room in the servants' wing. She opened her wardrobe and changed into her red uniform.After tying her hair neatly, she walked toward the laundry room, where the maids usually ironed the Young Masters' clothes. She worked there in silence, though her thoughts remained fixed on Valen.A few moments later, Thalia entered and hurried over to Moza.“Moza, Master Rezon has already left. I’ve been informed that while the Grandmaster is still at the Aurora retreat, you will be caring for Young Master Kageo. Your duties are to manage his meals and medication, as well as clean his room every morning,” Thalia stated firmly.

Last night, after successfully lulling Abigail to sleep, Moza slipped away to her room in the back servants' quarters, hoping to find solace in a deep, peaceful slumber.Morning, however, arrived far too quickly. Like the other maids, Moza woke up at six o'clock and hurried to line up for the shared bathroom.While waiting for her turn, she was startled by a sudden, violent shove from behind. Lira had deliberately crashed into her. The maid's shoulder slammed hard into Moza’s back, causing her to drop her toiletries all over the floor."Lira, don't look for trouble," Raina warned in a hushed whisper.Lira merely smirked, her eyes gleaming with a petty, triumphant thrill. "Oops. My bad, I didn't mean to."Moza felt the final thread of her patience snap. Without a second thought, she marched right after Lira, who was about to slip into a room.With swift, pent-up strength, Moza grabbed Lira’s arm in a vice-like grip. She spun her around and shoved her against the wooden wall, where the

“Help! Moza fell into the pool!” Lira shrieked, feigning a frantic panic.Beneath the water, Moza’s survival instincts flared instantly. She fought against the freezing cold that enveloped her so rapidly. Her mind screamed, though no sound escaped save for a trail of air bubbles.With all her remaining strength, Moza flailed her arms and legs, desperately trying to push herself upward. Her hands clawed at the water, reaching for anything.However, her water-soaked uniform acted like an anchor, dragging her back down toward the bottom of the pool.Moza’s lungs began to burn like wildfire. The primal need to breathe became an unbearable torture. Despite her continuous struggle, her body refused to cooperate.Every time she managed to get close to the surface, her limbs grew heavy and gave out. Water rushed into her nose and throat, triggering a agonizing sting that made her choke beneath the surface.Her consciousness began to slip away, replaced by a strange, heavy drowsiness.At the v

Dastan let out a long breath. His priority right now had to be Moza’s health. Any questions regarding "Kay" would simply have to wait.Carefully, Dastan loosened his embrace around Moza. His fingers brushed away a few stray strands of hair from her face before he climbed off the bed."Come in," Dastan called out, his voice regaining its authoritative edge despite still sounding slightly raspy.The door swung open. Shortly after, Thalia walked in, followed by Doctor Damian. The middle-aged man had been the Limantara family doctor for years, and thus knew Dastan exceptionally well."What happened, Dastan?" Doctor Damian asked, getting straight to the point as his eyes fixed on the figure in the bed.Dastan stood by the bedside. His tall frame still partially blocked the view, as if he were unconsciously shielding Moza."Hypothermia, Doctor. Moza accidentally fell into the pool and nearly drowned. I’ve already administered CPR. However, she is still shivering violently and remains uncons

On the other side of consciousness, Moza felt trapped within the depths of her own mind. She dreamed of making love with Dastan in an intimacy so warm and suffocating that it consumed her. The silhouette of his frame, the tender touch against her skin, and the raspy sound of his breath against her ear felt terrifyingly real.Over and over, Moza fought desperately to break free from the dream's hold. However, her body felt leaden and unresponsive, as if an invisible force held her down every time she tried to move. Finally, gathering every ounce of strength left in her, Moza forced her eyelids open.Her vision was still slightly blurred. Her head felt as though it were being crushed by a heavy stone, throbbing in a torturous rhythm. Moza squinted, trying to sharpen her focus, blinking several times until the silhouettes around her began to clarify.As her surroundings came into focus, a wave of confusion washed over her. The room was far too luxurious, far too unfamiliar, and explicitl