Ryan Crawford asked a servant to brew some Yuan Ginseng Tea and prepare a fruit platter. He then took a hot towel to wipe Iris Dalton's hands. He only settled down quietly beside her when the young girl was holding a large mug of hot tea and sipping from it. He hadn't said a single word the entire time, but his whole being radiated an intensely oppressive aura that made it impossible to ignore his presence.
Tristan Sherwood was a bit worried and wanted to ask Iris about the current situation, but seeing Ryan cast a cold glance his way, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips. He felt a stifling frustration welling up inside. He really couldn't understand this Ryan Crawford. The situation was already an absolute emergency; how could the man remain so unfazed? Wasn't he going to try and think of a solution for Iris? Or perhaps he didn't care about her at all!
