Kira's POV
Thanks to the healer’s help, my injury had healed faster than expected. And the next morning, despite the persistent limp, I made my way to the mansion to resume my duties. I didn’t want to cause any trouble.
Getting to the pack house, the head maid eyed me with hate before assigning me to do the laundry. Obeying her, I limped and made my way to the laundry room. Despite the discomfort in my leg, I set out to do the task, putting on the machine and dumping the dirty clothes in it. As the machine washed, I set out to begin ironing.
Pain seeped through my entire body as I was standing, applying pressure to my injured leg, but there was no alternative for me to sit and iron.
A moment later, the head maid came in, and when she saw my weak progress, she frowned. “Kira, you don’t
