The virus from my body infected them," Austin said, lowering his head, seemingly blaming himself. It was a severe situation, so Alexander urged, "Let's talk as we walk."

He quickened his pace, his worry for his son palpable. As expected, they encountered no servants; the entire house felt abandoned, the air thick with a suffocating unease.

Alexander observed their surroundings. The plants were wilted, neglected; the house was stuffy and humid. Despite his protective suit, the heat was oppressive, and even through his mask, he detected the faint scent of medicinal herbs—stronger than Dominic's usual aroma.

"Where's Galen?" Alexander asked, looking around.

Austin pointed upstairs. "I left him in the playroom; it's the safest area now. I disinfect it daily, and his meals are prepared with minimal contact. He's been very good, but..." He paused, looking at Alexander. "I'm afraid if he stays here much longer, he'll get infected too."

Alexander frowned. "When did you discover this infectious disease?"

"Three days ago," Austin replied quickly.

"Three days ago?" Alexander mused. Does that mean it began spreading a few days after I left? That doesn't seem right, since Austin says he's the source. The disease must have been present longer.

Anticipating Alexander's doubt, Austin explained, "To be precise, Uncle Dom discovered the virus in my body was highly contagious three days ago, but it may have been too late. He initially wanted you to take Galen away immediately, but he became extremely ill. I was preoccupied with caring for him and couldn't contact you sooner. I only called after Uncle Dom's fever subsided somewhat." He added, "I'm sorry."

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily; he should have notified Alexander immediately. Fortunately, Galen was unharmed. The thought of otherwise was unbearable.

Reaching the playroom door, Austin turned the knob. "Kid, guess who's here!"

Peeking inside, Alexander saw a room with thick floor mats. His son lay curled by the window, seemingly asleep. Austin's face flushed. "He was playing when I left; I think he must have fallen asleep."

Instead of entering, Austin gestured for Alexander to go in. Alexander nodded and stepped inside. "Galen, Daddy's here."

The child remained unresponsive, seemingly fast asleep. Alexander's heart leaped into his throat. He knelt, noticing Galen's shallow breaths. Relief washed over him. He gently picked up his son, who stirred and murmured, "Daddy..." before falling back asleep.