Vincent POV
It was dead quiet this morning. Myra had been brought to the infirmary at dawn. Her breathing was shallow and her pulse was weak again. The healers were saying all kinds of words I didn’t want to hear. I heard unstable, relapse, and fatigue a hundred of times already.
Then, Doctor Anderson arrived. He bowed low, “Your Majesty,” he said, “I’ll need full access to the child’s files. I prefer to see the truth with my own eyes, not through another doctor’s mistakes.”
By another doctor, he meant Dr. Lean. I gestured for Beta Rowan to hand him the records. “You’ll have everything you need.”
He examined the data, muttering under his breath. The scratching of his pen echoed through the room but I refused to be distracted.
Delilah and her parents sat nearby, pretending to care. Wh
