"Uncle Yang, we're probably in for a frost." Aurora Coldwell stood by the window, sensing the cold wind gusting in, chilling her neck.
"Miss, you shouldn't stand by the window, you're still coughing." The old butler hurriedly stepped forward to close the window, muttering, "This cold has been lingering for half a month now. In my opinion, you should go to Imperial City with Cornelius Turner. The north is dry, unlike the damp cold of the south. Maybe you'll recover once you're there."
Griffith Squire went to Imperial City and shortly after, Miss caught a cold. She had been feverish and bedridden for several days. She seemed to be recovering, but the cough persisted. The old butler sighed softly; Zoe Kingston and her daughter kept stirring trouble every other day. Even a healthy person would fall ill. Thankfully, Miss had the patience to deal with them.
