The Old Reyna Is Dead

She really had no mental problems right now. She could also eat and drink. She could sleep peacefully until dawn the next day. She was rarely haunted by nightmares.

It was also because of this seemingly good changes that she was now even more heartless and indifferent towards anyone, especially towards Leroy.

Leroy had woken up at noon.

As soon as he woke up, he saw Julia standing by the bed, asking him worriedly, "Are you okay, Mr. Leroy? Are you still feeling unwell?"

"What happened to me last night?"

"You had a high fever last night. Mr. Layton came over in the middle of the night to help, and your fever slowly subsided."

Leroy lowered his eyes and had a faint impression of what happened last night.

"Where is she?"

"Miss Reyna is reading a book in her room."

"Call her over."

"Okay."

Reyna walked over. As soon as she got close to the bed, Leroy reached out and grabbed her hand.

Reyna lowered her gaze and landed on the hand he was holding.