Chapter 722

Vaughn lowered his gaze. "I understand. I'll do as you say."

He leaned against the doorway, straining to catch any sound from inside.

Even though he knew Beatrix was right, he still couldn't help worrying about Cleo.

Inside the room, Genevieve finished feeding Cleo a bowl of soup.

"Do you want to get some sleep?" Genevieve tucked the blanket around Cleo and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead