Kyrell glanced back and forth in the living room as he kept glancing at the staircase every few seconds. He was worried out of his mind, his thoughts straying in the wrong direction.
'Why is Sienna not down yet? It's been more than an hour since I left her in her room,' he wondered, imagining all possible situations she may have faced after he left.
"Did she slip and fall? Did she hurt herself? Is she alright?" His body froze when he thought about her hurting herself. His legs started walking even before he realized what he was doing.
But he stopped when he saw the woman he was thinking about climbing down the stairs.
If not for her gritting her teeth occasionally, Kyrell would have assumed she was fine. There seemed to be nothing wrong with her. She was walking normally.
"Good morning, Miss," Agnes greeted Sienna once she was downstairs, and she nodded at her lightly.
"Breakfast is ready, Miss."
