[Hours Ago]
"Uncle Ricky…" Chacha shook Henrik, but to no avail. The man lay there, gasping, his face flushed red from fever.
Second, squatting on the other side, tried as well. "Uncle Ricky, wake up! Alfred is in danger!"
Not long ago, the children had woken up to find themselves on another island near the mansion. Around them were guards from the Order. Judging from the grim expressions on the men's faces as they busily attempted to make contact with those inside the mansion, the twins quickly understood that something was terribly wrong.
"Young Miss, Young Master," one of the guards approached, trying to stop them from disturbing the patient.
