She raised her hand, wanting to touch her face but hesitating, the pain causing a vulnerable film of tears to well in her eyes.
"Cecilia Branford, don't move."
Lucifer held her chin, lowered his head, and confidently examined her wound.
After a while, Lucifer let out a sigh of relief. "It's fine, the scab hasn't been rubbed off."
"That's good." Sophie Sullivan also breathed a sigh of relief. If the scab had been rubbed off, it would have left a scar.
"Didn't Dr. Stanford give you any medicine?"
Sophie Sullivan shook her head. "No."
Knowing how precious her face was to her, Lucifer called a doctor to examine her, just to be safe.
The doctor examined her carefully, then shook his head. "Your Highness, the medicine used on Miss Cecilia Branford's facial wound is different from those available on the market."
Sophie Sullivan recalled George Stanford's words. "The medicine applied to the wounds on my face is specially formulated."
