Anna's POV
When I saw my mother's delicate hand completely red and inflamed, my heart clenched painfully. Elizabeth had never even washed a dish in her life-this
burn must be severe.
"What happened?" I asked with concern, ignoring George Simpson completely to focus on my mother's injury. I carefully placed her hand in the bowl of ice water the housekeeper had brought. "How did you burn yourself?"
Elizabeth's eyes were rimmed with tears, but there was a defiance in her expression I rarely saw. "I accidentally burned myself, it's nothing.
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to hit his face with it." Her voice dropped to a furious whisper. "I've never met someone so disgusting."
