Everyone sat at the table and had breakfast the next day.
Alexander seemed to be in a good mood. He was eating slowly, but it was obvious he looked relaxed, and the main reason for that was Claude. Or more precisely, the condition Claude was in.
He was covered in a thick blanket, and it almost encompassed his head. The heater was right beside him, but he was still shaking. Even when he was trying to have some soup, his hand was trembling as if he had Parkinson’s disease.
Elise glanced at him and put her cutlery down. The moment she stood up, she saw two men and a woman coming in, smiling at them.
“Ah, looks like we came at the right time. Having breakfast, are we?” Russell asked, as if he was great friends with the people there.
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