"Dad." She stood up, handed Xavier to the maid, and walked over to greet Luke, "Why are you here? Why didn't you call me, so I could come and pick you up?"
Luke, advanced in age, leaned on a cane, supported by Norris as he entered.
Maybe it was just Norris's imagination, but she kept feeling that Luke's complexion looked extraordinarily pale.
After seating Luke on the sofa, Norris went to pour him a cup of warm water.
"Dad, is something wrong?" She handed the water to him.
Luke lowered his head and took a few sips, then glanced around the room before softly asking, "Is Treton home?"
"Yes." She and Treton had been inseparable these past few days. "He's in the study now. Do you need to talk to him? Should I bring him down for you?"
Luke paused briefly, then nodded, his face revealing traces of anguish. "Alright."
Observing his demeanor, Norris felt an odd unease. She went over to tell the maid to take Xavier to the bedroom, then walked upstairs to knock on Trenton's study door.
