Ste nodded, not asking any more questions. She was eager to lie down in her room for a bit since she had a red-eye flight to catchter that night. Although she could sleep on the ne, it just wasn''t as restful as sleeping in her own bed.


    When she reached the stairway, Ronald and Hugo came downstairs, with Finley trailing behind them.


    Seeing her, Ronald turned to Finley and said, "Hey, check on Star, will you?"


    Finley looked puzzled. "Huh? What''s wrong with her?"


    Ronald said, "She hasn''t had much appetite these past few days."


    After instructing Finley, Ronald turned to Ste, affectionately tousling her smooth hair. "I''m heading out for a bit."


    As soon as she heard Ronald was leaving with Hugo, Ste instinctively grabbed his wrist.


    "There won''t be any more changes about returning to Ferrond tonight, right?"


    She hoped not. Dy again, and Susanna might be in tears over the phone.


    Plus, she was worried about Susanna. Hull wouldn''t harm Susanna, but the stress of the situation was concerning. She needed to head back as soon as possible.


    "Don''t worry. It''s all set," Ronald reassured her.


    "Good, then go ahead," she said.


    Ronald nodded and turned to leave with Hugo. He was indeed a busy man.


    Once they disappeared through the door, Ste asked Finley, "Is everything sorted with Lancelot?"


    In Ferrond, anyone daring enough to mess with Ronald''s stuff was quite a rarity. This Lancelot guy was certainly bold.


    Finley paused for a moment when she mentioned Lancelot. Then, he said with a serious face, "There''s no more Lancelot in this world."


    Ste was shocked. She had sensed that Lancelot wouldn''t meet a good end after messing with Ronald. And it seemed she was right.


    Finley noticed her concern. "You feeling unwell?”


    Ste shrugged. "Not really unwell. I just haven''t had much of an appetite."


    Lately, food just didn''t taste as good as it used to. She used to find everything delicious, especially at night.


    Finley asked, "No appetite? Bloated stomach?"


    Ste nodded. "A little."


    Funny, she hadn''t eaten much, yet she felt somewhat bloated.


    Finley contemted for a moment, studying Ste with a thoughtful look.


    His scrutiny made her uneasy. "It''s not some serious illness, right?"


    Anyone would feel anxious when a doctor looked at them like that. She


    was still young, and thest thing she needed was a health scare.


    BUMS


    Finley reassured her, "Definitely not a serious illness."


    "Oh."


    Then why the strange look? It''s not like ack of appetite is a major illness.


    Finley thought for a moment. "I''ll get you some pills to try."


    "What pills?" asked Ste.


    "Digestive enzymes, the ones Ronald used to give you."


    Ste remembered, "Oh, those?"


    She recalled having them during her hospital stay. They were tangy and sweet, with a surprisingly pleasant taste.


    Finley didn''t think the bloating was serious, but something felt off to him, though he couldn''t quite put his finger on it. Oh well, he''d let her try the pills first.


    Ste said, "Okay, I''ll take them.”


    With that, she turned to head upstairs.


    "Where are you off to?" Finley asked.


    "Going to take a nap."


    Finley remarked, "You''ve been sleeping a lottely, haven''t you?"


    It seemed like Ste was always ready to nap.


    Hisment made her pause. Now that Finley mentioned it, she


    remembered she had slept


    exceptionally well recently e