The silence settled between them, until it was shattered by an urgent knock on the door.
Philip Shaw's voice, slightly displeased, sounded: "What is it?"
"Young Master, Miss Ellen is in trouble."
A slightly anxious female voice came from outside.
Aldana Candi clearly felt Philip Shaw's body stiffen slightly, then he swiftly threw off the covers, got out of bed, put on a coat, and opened the door.
He wasn't wearing clothes, only a black robe, the belt loosely tied, revealing part of his well-defined chest. The maid who was taking care of Ellen Candi blushed noticeably at his disheveled appearance, quickly adjusted her expression, and whispered something into Philip Shaw's ear.
Aldana Candi slowly sat up in bed, watching Philip Shaw's expression grow increasingly cold and hard at the door. After a moment, he suddenly shut the door and walked quickly outside.
In the darkness that had settled over the villa, an uproar was evident near midnight due to something.
