Titus Zane woke up near nightfall, the room was dark without the lights on, and the curtains were not drawn, relying on the faint light from the lamps in the villa's courtyard.
Glancing at the unfamiliar surroundings, Titus Zane felt a moment of confusion, and as soon as he realized it was Nathan Moore's room, he forced himself to sit up.
Looking down at the floor beside the bed which had no slippers, Titus Zane still got out of bed and walked out of the room barefoot.
The hallway lights were on, bright and clear, and Titus Zane, barefoot, held onto the railing and walked down the stairs.
"Auntie Liu…" Titus Zane called out in a voice, already soft spoken by nature, which seemed even weaker from sickness.
"Auntie Liu, could you please make some porridge for me..."
"Sis, you're awake?" Olivia Zane looked up with a smile, her baby-face showing neither surprise nor much worry, as if Titus Zane had not just been ill but merely napped in her room.
