Back at the mansion, the evening air hung heavy with the weight of the day's events. Mrs. Owen tended to Lily's injuries, her gentle hands soothing the pain of the angry red welts that had been left on Lily's scalp. "You poor dear," she murmured, her voice filled with compassion. "I can't believe Miss Cherry would do such a thing. As Lily winced with pain, Mrs. Owen's voice filled with concern.
"Are you sure you're alright, dear?" she asked, her eyes searching Lily's face. "I can get the doctor if you need it."
Lily shook her head, a weak smile flickering across her face. "No, Mrs. Owen," she said softly. "I'll be fine. But thank you, for your kindness.
Mrs. Owen smiled back, her hands still gently smoothing Lily's hair. "Of course, dear," she replied, her eyes warm with understanding.
