At that moment, two knocks echoed through the room, followed by the door swinging open without waiting for permission. But they both knew who it was—there was only one person who would do such a thing.

Aria strolled in, a tray of teaware in hand, her smile bright as she greeted Joan cheerfully.

"I brought you chamomile tea. I heard it helps with sleep," Aria said as she placed the tray on the desk, immediately starting to brew the tea.

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