Returning to the manor, I found that the servants I had sent to the garrison had not yet returned. The timid doctor sighed repeatedly, like a kettle whistling in distress.
Isabella held her two daughters in her arms, and the three of them wept as though they were at a funeral.
Andrew glanced at them with clear displeasure, sighed, and stepped forward to console them. "Madam, Owen's injuries are serious. The doctor is waiting for you."
He then turned to the maids. "The young ladies have been frightened. Why haven't you taken them to have a hot bath and rest?"
Andrew had been the butler for a prominent noble family in Reysland before coming to Northtown to manage Jenny Manor, after his former master was convicted and exiled. He was strict with the servants, and even my cousins were afrai
