She looked down and wondered if she had twisted her ankle again when her struggled last night. It was now red and swollen. She sat on the bedside and massaged it for a while before putting on her slippers and limping downstairs.
"Mrs. Duncan, good morning." The housekeeper had been waiting in the living room. She was worried that Blair would wake up in the middle of the night, so she had stayed awake all night. "There's warm broth in the kitchen. I'll serve it to you."
"Thank you." Blair supported herself against the table and sat down. She felt really unwell, and was afraid she wasn't able to go to work today.
While having breakfast, she applied for a day off from her superior, then she sent Dillon a text, saying that she would get her swollen ankle checked out again.
After breakfast,
