Chapter 217 My Days Are Numbered

Simultaneously, Simon entered the room with a steaming pot of freshly prepared tea. He got there just in time to see what happened.

The butler promptly removed the tray and ran over to help her to the sofa.

A note of worry crept into his voice as he asked, "What's the matter? Where do you feel pain?"

Melody leaned backward slightly. She sat quietly and focused on her breathing for a while before starting to feel slightly better.

She rubbed her temples and moaned, "I don't know, but I had a splitting headache the moment I smelled sage. Perhaps it occurred because I haven't worked with spices in a while."

As a child, Melody was constantly exposed to a wide variety of spices, which helped her develop an expert understanding of the art.

However, Simon had never witnessed Melody react so extremely to a scent before.

After giving it some thought, his worried expression deepened.

"Miss, could it be... the aftermath of the explosion?" he pondered.

"Do you want to get another medica