As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Liza heard a loud crash from downstairs, as if something fragile—maybe a vase—had shattered against the floor. Her brows knitted together. What is he doing now? Demolishing the house? After a few moments of silence with no further sounds, she sighed, rubbing her temples in exasperation. Unable to shake off her unease, she decided to investigate. As she rounded the corner of the staircase, her eyes landed on Gavin. He stood there, completely still, surrounded by shards of broken porcelain scattered across the floor. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of concern. Gavin slowly lifted his gaze toward her, and Liza’s steps faltered. Something was off. His eyes appeared distant, almost clouded, as if a gray film obscured their sharpness. Though he was looking in her direction, his gaze didn’t quite meet hers—it seemed hollow, unfocused. Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be… he can’t see? Carefully stepping around the shards, Liza approached him and waved her hand lightly in front of his face. His gaze didn’t flicker or follow the movement. He’s… blind. For a moment, her thoughts spiraled in disarray. Gavin, a man who exuded power and confidence, now unable to see? Her mind flashed back to the muffled groan she’d heard earlier and the broken shards littering the floor. A complex mix of emotions swirled within her, difficult to name. Deciding to mask her concern, she reached for his hand and said in a casual tone, “For someone so wealthy, you’re awfully clumsy. Even if you can afford new vases, you shouldn’t make a habit of breaking them. Come on, let’s head to the living room.” His fingers tensed briefly at her touch, but his voice was firm and unwavering. “No.”She blinked, startled by his resistance. Why is he being so stubborn? Annoyed but persistent, she leaned over and switched on the wall lamp in the kitchen. The warm light illuminated the mess around them, and she took the chance to glance him over, checking for cuts or injuries. “Just come with me to the living room,” she urged again, tugging at his hand. This time, she felt his gaze shift, locking onto her with an intensity that made her pause. She looked up, meeting his eyes—dark and piercing, no longer clouded or unfocused. Her breath caught in her throat. Wait… he can see?! “What are you doing, Mrs. Stone?” Gavin’s deep voice broke the silence, carrying a note of amusement. “Giving me orders?” He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held an undeniable sharpness. For a moment, he studied her intently before stepping forward, effortlessly maneuvering past the shards on the floor. “Judging by the way you were looking at me just now,” he added as he strode toward the living room, “it seems like you care about me.” Liza’s expression shifted rapidly—from shock to confusion, and then to something she couldn’t quite define. She stood rooted in place, watching him walk away, her mind a chaotic mess. If it had been anyone else, they might have been thoroughly convinced by Gavin’s impeccable acting. However, Liza had spent some time learning medicine from her third brother, and she trusted her instincts. She was certain that just moments ago, Gavin had genuinely been unable to see. But as soon as the lights were turned on, his vision returned. How could this happen? she wondered. Could it be a form of night blindness? Gavin, observing the perplexity on her face, let out a subtle sigh. Earlier, the butler had taken the day off, leaving the villa unattended. When Gavin came home, the twilight had faded into darkness, and he forgot to turn on the lights. The lack of illumination triggered the toxins in his body, temporarily robbing him of his sight. While others might still manage in the dim evening glow, for him, the world plunged into complete darkness. He had been fumbling toward the kitchen, intending to switch on the lights, when he unexpectedly encountered Liza. Her sudden return complicated matters—he didn’t want her to discover his condition. Feigning normalcy, he dismissed her and tried to carry on as usual, only to make a clumsy mess and draw her attention. Gavin knew his condition was unusual, and there was no hiding it from someone as atentive as Liza. But what if she realized the truth? Would she recoil from him, as others had in the past? Would she view him as a strange, flawed man who went blind when night fell? While these thoughts churned in his mind, Liza quietly left the kitchen. She had no idea what had caused his temporary blindness, but she believed that everyone had their secrets. If Gavin wasn’t willing to share his, she wouldn’t pry.However, with Gavin’s stature and responsibilities, ignoring his condition could be dangerous. Perhaps she could find a way to involve her brother discreetly—he might be able to help diagnose and treat whatever was afflicting him. As this idea took shape in her mind, she glanced back at Gavin, forgetting the small step that separated the kitchen from the living room. She tripped. “Be careful!” In an instant, Gavin moved, closing the distance between them and catching her firmly before she could hit the ground. His arms encircled her with an ease that made Liza flush with embarrassment. She quickly tried to push herself upright, but his strict tone caught her off guard. “Watch where you’re going,” he scolded, his voice unusually stern. “What were you thinking about?” Liza stared at him, momentarily speechless. If I wasn’t worrying about your health, do you think I’d be so distracted?! Her frustration simmered. He was genuinely biting the hand that fed him! “Let me go,” she snapped, wriggling against his unyielding grip. “Stay still,” Gavin ordered, his frown deepening as he assessed her stubbornness. His tone softened slightly as he added, “You seem to have sprained your ankle. Let me take a look.” Before she could protest further, he carefully adjusted his hold, his hand lightly patting her head as if to calm her defiance. Though her face burned with indignation, she could sense his concern beneath the strictness of his words. For a fleeting moment, she was unsure whether to be angry or… reassured.