Rebecca Quentin nodded absently, "Mm." At that moment, she was still thinking about the little maid just now... Oh god, that little girl must have misunderstood her being like this and still doing something with him, right?
Geoffrey had already gotten up and left.
Rebecca Quentin tugged at the quilt in frustration, feeling like she had lost her dignity in this house.
After Geoffrey left, the little maid timidly came in from outside.
"Miss Quentin."
Faced with the little girl's shy expression, Rebecca Quentin was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to hide in and could only muster a reply, "Hmm?"
The little girl carried a tray with gauze and disinfectant, bowing her head she said, "I'm here to help you change the gauze."
"Okay."
After changing the gauze, Rebecca Quentin leaned idly against the headboard.
The wound on her abdomen no longer seemed so painful, perhaps due to her mood, as long as she didn't touch it.
