Davey could not tolerate the thought of Casey being "contaminated" by the existence of Raegan and Janey.

Erick, mot being Casey's biological child, did not factor into Davey's concerns.

However, Davey was intrigued by Mr. Foster's decision to conceal Erick's true identity, treating Erick no differently than his own son.

“If it was out of affection, then Mr. Foster was far too kind-hearted," Davey pondered, considering such generosity a fatal flaw that would inevitably lead to Mr. Foster's undoing.

Interrupting Davey's thoughts, a servant from the basement burst into the room, visibly panicked. "Mr. Glyn, the lady, she..." The servant stammered, barely getting the words out.

Overcome with anger, Davey seized the servant by the collar, his voice thunderous. "What happened!"

As the servant gasped for air, his face turning a shade of deep blue, a sudden noise erupted.

With a forceful gesture, Davey released the servant, sending the servant sprawling to the ground.

Davey then hurried downstairs. The servant trailed behind him, struggling to catch his breath and finally managing to utter, “The lady, she's... She's awoken..."

Bursting into the room, Davey approached the figure lying on the bed "Casey?" he exclaimed, incredulous.

The woman in question slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clouded and uncertain. After a moment of silent assessment, she whispered, "Davey?"

Davey was struck motionless by the way Casey addressed him. His face hardened, revealing his distress.

Casey caught the change in his demeanor and looked up, confusion etched on her face. “Davey, what's the matter?"

Regaining his composure, Davey took Casey's hand with a softness that was out of character. "Nothing's amiss. How are you feeling?"

Clutching her forehead, Casey's brow creased with discomfort. "I'm not sure why, but my head is throbbing."

Davey tenderly massaged her temples, murmuring, "Let me get a doctor to examine you."

Casey drained of energy, could only respond with a faint "Okay."

As Davey reached for his phone to call for a doctor, Casey, still in bed, inquired, "Davey, have you seen my parents?"

"Clang!" Davey's phone slipped from his grasp, clattering on the floor.

Davey's stare, intense and icy, fixed on Casey, his presence chilling.