As she continued grinding the coffee bit by bit, Joanna felt satisfied, but also frowned deeply due to the pain in her wrist.
Just then, footsteps could be heard behind her. It was Yulia, and she screamed as soon as she noticed the wounds on Joanna's wrist. "Joan, what are you doing? Just look at your hands! Let the staff do this for you!"
"I'm alright, Mrs. Walker, I'm not that fragile." Joanna smiled weakly and proceeded.
"No, you're not. You're already bleeding through the gauze! Do you not cherish your own life?" Despite her usual gentleness, Yulia couldn't help but feel angered by Joanna's recklessness.
She then snatched the grinder out of her hands and sighed. "Oh child, you're just so foolish. How could you use your own blood for his medicine? If your mother knew that you hurt yourself over a man, she would be devastated!"