Manager Rody was talking with Physician Borris. The weather is perfectly fine as the sun is in its full glory. The slight wind gives a breath of cool air as the two old men drink tea.
In a few minutes, a young servant came over delivering a letter in his hands. “Physician Borris, Manager Rody, a letter came from Lakeshore Village.”
“Quick! Come here! It must be from Lady Kira herself!” Manager Rody exclaimed.
The young servant handed the letter to Physician Borris and left afterward.
Physician Borris slowly tore the envelope enclosing the letter and carefully opened the folded paper. The handwriting is very evident and familiar to them as it was written by Lady Kira herself.
“What does it say?” Manager Rody eagerly asked.
Physician Borris’s expressionless face grew rigid for a bit be
