NovelGoldChapter 415 Just then, the door opened with a quiet click.
Startled, Briony instinctively reached for the broken shards on the floor, but paused when she saw it was only a maid entering.
"Ma'am, please don't be afraid. Sir askedto cin and look after you," the maid announced softly from the doorway, her expression both reassuring and hesitant as she noticed the fear and suspicion on Briony's face. She didn't step further inside, but instead offered a gentle smile and introduced herself, "My nis Bianca. Everyone just callsBianca." Bianca's round face was kind, her figure pleasantly plump.
Briony kept her guard up, eyes narrowed. "I don't need anyone to look after me. Please leave." Still smiling, Bianca replied patiently, "You've misunderstood, ma'am. Sir said you were hurt and askedto help treat your injury." Briony's ankle was throbbing with pain. She'd been thinking of escape, but with her leg in this state, there was no way she'd make it far.
"...Fine. Cin, then." Briony finally relented.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBianca entered, carrying a first-aid kit.
Briony lifted her dress, revealing her swollen, scraped ankle.
Bianca's face tightened with concern as she knelt down to inspect the wound. "Oh dear, how did this happen? The skin's all broken... poor thing." She shook her head with a little sigh, her voice full of gentle sympathy. "Ma'am, this might sting a bit, but I'll clean the wound first, alright?" Briony nodded.
Bianca's hands were surprisingly skilled. She cleaned the wound, applied antiseptic, and then expertly wrapped Briony's ankle with fresh gauze.
"I've put a few extra layers for you, ma'am. That way the chain won't rub against the wound," Bianca explained kindly.
Briony glanced down at her ankle-now so thickly bandaged it looked like a loaf of bread and her expression darkened.
She pressed her lips together in frustration, then looked up at Bianca, who was gathering up the supplies near the bed.
"Bianca, could you findsclothes? This wedding dress is so heavy I can barely breathe." If she had any hope of escaping, the first thing that needed to go was this cumbersdress.
Bianca hesitated, clearly uneasy. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I can't make that decision myself. But I'll go ask Sir." Briony frowned but didn't protest further. "Alright." Bianca left, returning about ten minutes later.
"Sir said it's alright." She handed Briony a simple, lightweight dress. "I thought this might be best, since your ankle is chained. It's easy to move in." Briony didn't bother to be picky. The priority was getting out of the suffocating gown.
She accepted the dress from Bianca and limped into the bathroom to change.
It was a short-sleeved dress, ankle-length-plain, but infinitely more practical.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce she'd changed, Bianca took away the heavy wedding dress and left the room. Shortly after, she returned and smiled waBriony.
"Ma'am, Sir said you haven't eaten much today. Is there ything you'd like? I can make you something fresh."
Briony had no appetite at all, but she knew she needed her strength if she had any hope of running. Especially with Stewart's behavior growing more and more unpredictable-if things escalated again, she wasn't sure she could fight him off a second time. After a moment's thought, she said, "Could you makea bowl of simple pasta?" "Of course." Bianca slipped out, closing the door behind her.
The large bedroom fell silent, emptier than ever.
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Exhaustion swept over Briony, rlimbs and weighing down her limbs and m clouding her mind. Still, she didn't dare etax-Stewart could cback at any moment. She propped herself up against the headboard, struggling to stay awake, but sleep crept over her before she realized it.
When Bianca returned, carrying a steaming bowl of noodles, she called out softly at the door.
"Ma'am?"
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