[Why am I like this? Why am I like this?] Primrose stopped in her tracks as she suddenly heard Lorelle's cries echoing in her heart. [I didn't mean to hurt them ….]
Primrose wanted to listen further, but Leofric and Edmund had already taken her out of the house, leading her into the front yard.
When she and Edmund sat down on a wooden bench, Leofric spoke to the maid. "You can take the day off. I'll look after my sister today." He pressed a few gold coins into her hand. "Share this with Miss Gia and Dr. Abell."
The middle-aged maid—whose name turned out to be Susan—nodded, then called the other women so they could leave the house.
Primrose didn't even need to read their thoughts to know how happy they all were to finally go home early.
"I'm sorry, wife. You had to witness Lady Lorelle's anger earlier." Edmund observed her face, checking carefully to make sure no glass shards had hurt her. "Before her illness, she was never like this."
