Lana showed James no mercy.

She would never have personally gone out to meet James if not because her eldest sister was severely injured and desperately needed treatment.

James gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s put that aside for now. Bring me to her so I can check on her condition.”

“Follow me.”

Lana walked ahead into the courtyard. She pushed open the gate and walked toward a room within the manor.

James followed behind her.

Lana pushed open the door.

The room layout was homely, but the view was interrupted by a curtain in the center of the room, obscuring a bed behind it.

A woman was seated in a lotus position on the bed.

Lana pulled the curtain open, walked to the bed, and called, “Danielle.”

James followed and felt slightly embarrassed to see her clad in a sheer, white outfit.

The woman’s face was pallid. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Lana.

“It’s you, Lanathia.”

Then, the woman looked at James and asked. “Who might this be?”

Lana immediately said, “He’s