Lydia, seeing Alaric shake his head, decided not to get up to answer the door.

The doorbell rang for a while and then stopped.

Just as Lydia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.

Checking the caller ID, she saw it was Thalassa calling and quickly answered.

"Lydia, did you swing by Alaric's place to check up on him?" Thalassa's concerned voice came through the phone.

"Yeah, I did. Gave him a shot," Lydia replied.

"Have you left yet?" Thalassa inquired.

"No, still here," Lydia said.

"We're at his doorstep, rang the bell but got no answer," Thalassa explained.

was you ringing? Hold on, I'll come open

got up and headed for the

Angelina and Georgia, instinctively fearing it might be them again at

it

Lydia saw Thalassa and Hertha standing there. She was briefly surprised but quickly stepped aside,

entered, Thalassa asked, "How's

flu. Not like it's the end

in

barely a whisper, too soft for

was about to call out louder, but then he remembered the disdainful look Hertha had

impatient tone.

words back down, a look of dejection and melancholy on his

her disdain for him. She had made it clear; she found him repulsive, believing there could never be anything between them. With that thought, Alaric's briefly recovered energy faded, and he slumped back onto the bed, disheartened. "You've got it all wrong. Alaric genuinely almost kicked the bucket this time," Lydia explained to Hertha. "What? It was that serious?" Hertha was shocked. "Where

Alaric quickly lay

did, footsteps approached closer

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