Chapter 5

When William and I rushed into Charlotte's courtyard, the place was already in chaos.

The physician, George Foster, was giving Andrew acupuncture.

Andrew lay on the bed, his face ghostly pale, completely unconscious.

Beside the bed, a basin held vomit streaked with dark red blood.

Charlotte was clinging to the bedside, weeping uncontrollably. "Andrew, my son..."

The moment she saw us, she rushed at us, wild with grief.

But she wasn't aiming for William; she was coming straight for me.

"Evelyn, you wicked woman!" she shouted. "Give me back my son's life."

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she lunged at…