“Don’t worry. I’m okay. I’m not a porcelain doll, you know? Just need to apply some ointment on it and I’ll be fine.”
Arielle opened her mouth, but the words were stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell Vinson that he didn’t have to do so much for her as she didn’t want to owe him such a huge favor, but she couldn’t say it with Henrick around. All she could do was watch as the servant tended to Vinson’s wound.
After the wound was bandaged up, Arielle saw that they still needed a bit more time and stalled Henrick with some idle chit-chat.
Vinson played along and asked him some questions about Shandie, but Henrick seemed rather distracted with his replies.
Eventually, Henrick couldn’t hold his anxiety back anymore and said, “Maybe we should go check on the treatment progress. In the worst case scenario, we’ll just send her to a mental hospital for further treatment.”
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