Butler Santana was tidying up the house downstairs when, at the beginning, he could occasionally hear coughing from the study.
The Cheney Residence was so spacious and empty that even the faintest sound could be amplified countless times, sometimes even echoing.
However, it wasn't long before all sounds ceased, and there was a complete silence.
Butler Santana paused in confusion, then quickly went upstairs.
"Knock knock"—
No response.
"Mr. Cheney, Mr. Cheney!" Butler Santana called out urgently twice.
Still no response.
Butler Santana didn't dare to barge in rashly, so he knocked on the door again with force.
"Knock knock"—
Yet again, no reply.
Frightened, Butler Santana pushed the door open!
Upon opening the door, Butler Santana saw Sylvan Cheney leaning against the chair, his face etched with fatigue and signs of haggardness.
Sylvan's eyes were tightly shut, not making a sound, his complexion extremely pale.
Sylvan did not react to Butler Santana's entry.
