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"Of course I am. She is my dearest friend."

Francis inquired with a cheerful voice and a head tilt.

"Well, what about me? Don't you have the same thoughts about me?"

He was curious whether Adela regarded Francis in the same esteem for Camilla as she did. Adela raised her eyebrows when she heard him. She glared at his cheerful expression. He was giddy.

Adela wondered aloud, "Francis, what are you saying?"

Francis stated directly, "I just want to know if something happened to me. Would you take care of me exactly as you do for Camilla?" His eyes were eager for her answer.

Adela's jaw tightened as her last memory of Francis flashed through her thoughts. Her heart twisted abruptly, and she also felt enraged. When he was lying on her lap, gasping for breath, did Francis know what Adela was experiencing? Did he know how Adela was feeling at the time?

Adela bit her lower lip in rage and was ready to reprimand Francis when the carriage came to a halt. They heard a knock on the door.