“Eleanor, why aren’t you coming with us to the farm?” Kate asked and Eleanor looked up at her from her laptop. Earlier she had gone to her office for work then starting to feel suffocated she had decided to work in the garden. It was better than a closed space at least.
“I don’t feel like going,” Eleanor said and went back to work.
“Don’t tell me you feel like working on a Sunday, please,” Emily said entering the garden with a servant in tow, carrying a tray. The servant placed the tray on the table in front of Eleanor and Eleanor looked at it to find there was a glass of water and a tablet on it.
“Mr. Rickard asked me to give them to you,” the servant said and left. Eleanor realized it was her diabetes medicine and she smiled a little. She had been trying to avoid Rickard ever since
