{Third Person}
Later that evening, Barron finally cornered Alexander alone in the study.
The moment he entered, he shut the door behind himself and folded his arms while staring directly at Alexander, who sat calmly behind the desk reviewing documents as though nothing unusual had happened all day.
Barron, however, was not fooled.
"I knew something was strange the moment I stepped into her room earlier," he began without ceremony.
Alexander did not even look up. "You always think something is strange."
Barron ignored the response completely and walked closer. "Why did you summon a physician for her?" he asked directly. "Is she sick?"
Alexander finally lifted his gaze from the papers. "She's cold."
Barron blinked. "…Cold?"
Alexander leaned back slightly into the chair and replied calmly, "Her body constitution is naturally cold."
Barron frowned immediately. "Does she have a fever?"
"No."
"Runny nose?"
"No."
"Cough?"
"No."
