“This is delicious! Thank you for feeding me.” Emaline's lips curled upward into a smile as she caught sight of her elder sister, who appeared to have recently concluded her meal.
Joanne, the personal maid, keeps a watchful eye on it. Deliberately, she and Alaric had appointed the young lady's attendant, ensuring that the girl would not be frightened.
Her sister was smiling as if there were no problems or trauma. The elder sister's hand still bore traces of dextrose, while a bandage was wrapped around her neck and a bandage was affixed to various other parts of her body.
Emaline stood at the forefront, the door ajar before her. Alaric's absence was not due to negligence or lack of interest but rather to his pressing engagement with a matter of great significance.