Chapter 259 Abigail Again
- The vehicle arrived swiftly at the infirmary's gates.
- Fortunate it was that the broth had not seared deeply, and Abigail's arm bore no grievous wound. Within the quarter-hour, the gash was tended, an ointment for burns prescribed for further use at her residence.
- Surveying her arm, Abigail sighed with acceptance, "I assured you, I am well; merely a trifling harm, no necessity to escort me hither."