Chapter 57 His Cold Comeback

• The sound of the clock filled the air. Tick. Tick. Tick. The only noise beside Aura's soft breathing. She was cocooned in the warmth of her blanket, sleeping peacefully having no clue of the tempest dancing outside the door of the manor.
• Madam Martha was pacing to and fro with a pallid face. Her fingers battled with each other and her mouth twisted and pressed in a line. Her heart hammered in her chest painfully as she can't help but imagine the consequences.
• What if Damien abandons her??