"Not good?" A wave of fear rose in Tara Summer's heart, a pain like her chest was being torn apart.
Liam Yancey sighed, nodded, and instead of answering immediately, he waved his large hand, signaling the maids to leave.
The three young maids bowed to them and quickly left the room.
Only then did Liam Yancey speak: "It probably can't hold on much longer; the situation is getting worse and worse..."
He placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, gently patting her in comfort, "…You don't have to worry too much either. Professor Smith has made it clear, Bastian has exhausted his energy, and you made sacrifices for it too. It's not your fault that we can't save it, we've all done our best!"
Tara Summer lowered her eyes, looking at her son's blood-red little face in her arms. She kissed it and gently stroked his hair, remaining silent.
"Don't be like this..." The man felt heartache watching her, brought her into his embrace with an arm around her shoulders.
