You're very ill, so much so that you can't even find the energy to get out of bed.

One day, as always, lying in bed, you heard the sound of keys opening the door. The only person you trusted with your second house keys is Lambton.

You hear the front door open. Footsteps. Someone walking slowly around the house, and then comes into your room. It was Henry. He looked at you in bed.

The businessman sighed and came up to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Hello...” the man said indifferently.