The medicinal herbs had just been collected when, true to prediction, a sudden downpour began.
The brotherly bodyguard had just returned from outside, managing to avoid the rain.
He stepped over the threshold and walked over to the person busy at the counter, asking, "Has Miss Prescott returned?"
Tiger, staring at his phone, answered without looking up, "She's back."
A little while later.
He suddenly leaned over to show the bodyguard his phone: "Look at this, does this seem like someone bedridden?"
The camera was facing a clean, pink bed, with a stuffed doll on it, and the quilt was raised, faintly outlining a little girl lying beneath. The shot was taken from afar, making it impossible to clearly see her face or determine if she was indeed gravely ill.
