a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

229: The young master has returned!

Moulin's arrival caused a commotion within the estate that lasted for days. It was all the people talked about ever since then.

Unaware of the fuss outside, Moulin was kept in his room. He slept like the dead and woke up only when hunger took over him. This went on for two days. He wasn't allowed to leave the room. Even stepping out of bed was forbidden. However, Moulin wasn't bothered. The servants had kept the windows open to let fresh air in. It was all he had ever requested from his family. And as he slept all day, Snow was beside him. The poor little fox refused to leave his side even when Emlen and Maxille wanted to take care of him for Moulin. Helplessly, they could only let the little beast accompany their youngest brother.

Lord Fraunces frequently visited his third son almost every day despite the work overwhelming him. He was quiet as he sat to listen to the doctor's report of his son's well-being.

And as the days rolled by, Moulin was satisfied. However, hidden deep within his heart, he didn't find peace.

No one mentioned Hadrian in front of him or even question him about his escape and the state of his arrival.

These details lingered in Moulin's mind as he currently stared at the rustling leaves. Bits of snow fell from their green curved bodies. The gentle afternoon daylight made the snow glistened magnificently.

"You're recovering well. If you spend a few more days resting, then you will completely recover. However, I suggest you don't start expelling your energy as soon as you go out." A gruff voice spoke. The doctor lowered Moulin's hand and nodded to his side. A servant came to help him clear his equipment.

"Thank you..." Moulin nods to their family's doctor. The man stopped for a moment before he stood up from his seat beside the bed.

"It is good to have you back, young master" The man smiled with relieved eyes.

"Are you sure he is alright?" Emlen suddenly spoke up, nearing the bed. He glanced at Moulin's pale countenance before turning his gaze to the doctor. "Check him a few more times. I am not satisfied."

The doctor wrinkled his brows before he said. "Young master, this is already the third time. I assure you, he is out of harm. The third young master is recovering quickly. But if it pleases you, he may stay in bed for a day or two."

Moulin hastily turned his head. "That won't be necessary..."

"Yes, I think he should..."

Moulin sighed as another person came to step forward. With stern expression, Maxille gave the doctor a cold look. He stood beside Emlen. If one looked closely, they would discover how alike their serious expressions are.

Shaking his head, the doctor only smiled faintly. "Then please excuse me..."

His steps were light as he left the room with his assistant.

Moulin furrowed his brows as he lifted his gaze. "I am really fine..."

"I wouldn't want to disagree with the doctor's report. You are, indeed, recovering. However, you don't look well. The air around you speaks about it." Maxille said. He sat on the edge of the bed, seeing that Emlen had taken the doctor's seat. With soft eyes, he lifted his hand and tucked a lock of hair behind Moulin's ear. "Is there something bothering you?"

"..."

Under the deep scrutiny of the two men, Moulin felt like nervous. From the last two days, he had heard of the tragic situation happening in the manor. His brothers have been working hard. Moulin hesitates if he should bother them with his thoughts.

"Stop hesitating. Tell us..." Emlen spoke with knitted brows.

Blinking, Moulin clutched the sheets of his blanket. His voice was a whisper.