“He’s not well,” Robert whispers across space between the balconies. “He refused to apply for medicine.”
“Did you call a doctor?” Andrea asks.
Robert shakes his head and answers, “Mr. Hamilton wouldn’t let me call a doctor before. Now he’s unconscious, so I don’t have a choice. Let’s hope he doesn’t wake up before the doctor comes.”
Andrea bites her lip and says, “Okay, I’ll come to have a look now. But you have to swear to me that he’s really unconscious. He can’t ever know I was there.”
Robert nods and Andrea slips back into her room. She tiptoes across the floor and slips into the hallway. She crosses the cool marble floor barefoot and waits outside Lance’s door. After a moment the door slides open and Andrea enters the room. Robert shuts and locks the door behind her.
The room
