Was it worth it?

Lydia limped into the lounge, immediately drawing concern from the nanny.

"Oh my god, Mrs Lydia!" the elderly woman exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

Lydia resisted rolling her eyes, knowing the nanny tended to be overly dramatic at times. "It's nothing, nanny."

As Constance descended the stairs, she cast a dismissive glance at Lydia before taking a seat regally on the lounge chair.

"Nothing? Oh my," the skinny nanny fretted. "How can you say that when you're clearly limping? I'll go fetch the first aid kit."

While the nanny scurried off, Lydia gingerly took a seat opposite Constance. When the flustered woman returned with the kit, she immediately began fussing over Lydia's fresh bruises.

"Oh my, Mrs. Lydia, this never would have happened if Sir Clinton was here," she tutted disapprovingly.

Finally deigning to look Lydia's way, Constance raised an imperious brow. "What happened?"

Anger flashed in Lydia's eyes as she met Constance's gaze.