Seven o'clock in the evening.
At the Danbury's place in Chicago, a certain European-style villa in a luxurious manor.
A few plates of cold food were placed alone under the light on the first floor.
The master of the Danbury family, Davion, walked in with a cold expression. He glanced at the food and coldly snorted at John behind him.
"Look, how spoiled your sister is! She even wastes food!"
John touched his nose and glanced at the maid.
"Ms. Danbury hasn't eaten for a day?"
The maid put her hands in front of her and bowed respectfully. "Ever since Ms. Danbury came back last night, she hasn't eaten anything and she locks herself in her room!"
"She actually has the check to be angry? Doesn't she know that she almost died at the hands of a demon? Go, call her down!"
Davion pointed to the door of Kiley's room upstairs and shouted.