"I am really sorry, ma'am." The maid who had opened the door a bit too quickly pleaded. All the tray content she had been carrying were splattered on the floor.

　　Mona groaned on the floor as blood rushed through her face. Dylan rushed to bend over her, holding her up. The maid panicked as she kept stuttering.

　　"Get me some bowl of water and balm," Dylan ordered the maid.

　　Holding Mona up, Dylan guided her to a chair. He had a sly smile on his face as he ...