Later, Dominic fell unconscious, just like he did two days ago.
Austin noticed his eyelids were not twitching rapidly, indicating Dominic was asleep. The former also checked the latter’s breathing and pulse. Although Dominic’s pulse was weak, it showed no signs of immediate life-threatening dangers.
Austin considered it fortunate amid misfortune. He was conflicted as he struggled with himself internally. On the one hand, he did not want to waste time here, but on the other, he could not just leave.
‘I’m the only one left to care for everyone here. What would happen to Uncle Dom if I left? What would happen to Galen? What about the servants?’
With that in mind, Austin stood up and walked to the balcony to look downstairs. Everything below seemed lifeless in the vast estate. Even the once vibrant plants and trees appeared dull and withered at that moment, hanging their leaves dejectedly.
While the servants rested in their respective quarters, Austin walked through the garden and occasionally heard their intermittent coughing and soft groans.
‘These people don’t know what illness they’re suffering from. They think they’re just down with the common flu and have infected each other.’
Dominic had ordered the servants not to go outside, and they obeyed. Initially, very few people in the estate went outside as most of their needs were self-sufficient. Moreover, Alexander’s men stationed outside occasionally sent necessary supplies. So, there was no shortage of daily necessities.
‘Although it’s manageable now, anyone will unlikely endure this for much longer. Plus, the virus can undergo unpredictable changes.’
With these thoughts in mind, Austin glanced at Dominic and noticed he was sleeping peacefully. Then Austin opened the door and went out, descending the stairs. He arrived at the garden, where a scent of medicinal herbs permeated the air.
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