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After he watched the nurse take Tilla’s pulse and check her eyes and tongue, he walked closer to the bed and asked, “How’s her health, Mrs. Abney?”

Mrs. Abney was a middle-aged woman with quite a few years of experience in her field of work. Her warm voice and innately caring nature for the patients was what got her selected among a few other candidates who appeared at the doorsteps of the Warmane Mansion for the job interview.

She turned to look at the Lord and answered him in her comforting voice, “Other than her back, her vitals are showing improvement, Milord.”

She looked back at Tilla and gently held her palm. And she further said, “The Mistress was telling me that she was having a problem with her arms and legs.”

This was the first time Vincent was hearing about it. Thus, he asked in a shocked tone, “What? What happened to her arms and legs?”

Tilla, who was listening to their conversation silently until now looked at that restless expression on Vincent’s face and said, “No, it’s nothing. You don’t have to worry.”

Mrs. Abney understood that Tilla didn’t want Vincent to worry too much about her.

Thus, she supported what Tilla was saying, “Not having full control of motor function after such a bad fall is a normal reaction. With some light routine exercises, like this one for example…” She demonstrated by pumping her fists and said, “…she will be back to normal in no time.”

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Vincent furrowed his brows and asked, “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” Mrs. Abney gave a warm smile and said in her comforting voice, “I have treated a few patients with similar problems. So, you can rest assured, Milord.”

Vincent let out a deep sigh and gave a nod. “I will leave her in your care then,” he said while entrusting Tilla’s health to the nurse.

Mrs. Abney then turned to look at the tray that a maid had brought earlier. The tray was lying on the bedside table and contained a water bag filled with cold water.

She gently picked it up and then asked for Vincent’s help, “Milord, will you help the Mistress to lay on her side? I need to press this on her back.”

“Why, of course.” Vincent quickly took off his shoes and climbed on the bed because there was no other way to get closer to Tilla. She was sleeping on the other end of the wide bed and that end was occupied by the nurse. So, he walked on his knees and reached Tilla’s side.

Tilla’s heart was racing when she felt Vincent’s cold hands slipping under her body. She drew in a sharp breath and clutched her gown when the cold seeped through her relatively thick clothes.

Vincent glanced at Tilla’s blushing cheeks and said after smirking, “Please excuse me. I am going to turn you now.”

Tilla bit her lower lip and turned her head to the other side before giving a nod.

Vincent was very gentle and careful when he helped Tilla. Tilla felt a stinging pain in her back but she closed her eyes and didn’t make a sound. And yet, Vincent could see that she was in pain.

“Did I hurt you even more?” he asked while looking guilty for not being gentler.

Tilla shook her head and mumbled, “No, it’s not because of you, Milord. It hurts when I try to move even a bit.”

Vincent kept on furrowing his brows as he intently stared at Tilla’s delicate face.

Mrs. Abney was waiting for the Lord to move aside from her patient. But when he did not, she cleared her throat because her hands were already freezing as she was still holding that cold water bag.

Vincent broke out of his daze and sat down on the bed instead of hovering over Tilla.

Mrs. Abney looked at Tilla’s back and then tried to loosen the layers of the gown so that the cold from the water would easily reach Tilla’s back. And while she tried to do so, she mumbled so as not to fill the room with awkward silence.

“It would be really nice for the Mistress if it snowed. We could use the snow instead of cold water. Snow is more effective in such cases.”

She was unsuccessful in what she was trying to do even after she tried for a while. Thus, she smiled at Vincent and asked another favor from him, “Milord, will you help me remove the Mistress’ clothes? I need to–”

“What? No!” Tilla exclaimed while glaring at the nurse in shock. She was feeling embarrassed for something that she didn’t even say.

Even Vincent was feeling mortified by the demand of the nurse. So, he turned his head away and fisted over his mouth while pretending to cough.

“Ah!” A soft whisper of realization escaped the nurse’s mouth. She bowed to both of them and apologized, “Please excuse my insolent behavior. I had assumed that you two were a… married couple.”

“No!” Tilla looked at the nurse with wide eyes and shook her head, “We are not.”

“Yet.” Vincent smiled at the nurse and corrected Tilla, “We’re not married yet.”

Tilla would have loved to give a death glare to Vincent for saying such things in front of strangers. ‘If only he wasn’t sitting behind me right now!’ she exclaimed in her head.

Mrs. Abney looked down and smiled. Although the two of them claimed that they weren’t married, she could clearly see some spark between the two of them. And she didn’t judge them for their feelings.

Thus, she boldly asked Vincent, “Just help me loosen her gown around her back then.” She flashed the water bag in her hand and said, “I need to press this directly on her skin.”

Tilla opened her mouth to protest, “Milord, I think it would be better if you called for a–”

However, by the time she was about to make her request, Vincent was already reaching for the laces around her stomach.

She drew in a sharp breath and bit her lower lip when she felt his cold fingers dancing on her back as he slightly pushed the gown towards her bottom.

She thought that he would stop but when he kept on going lower and lower than what she expected, she suddenly lifted her hand and grabbed his palm.

“I think that’s enough…” she said in a ragged whisper.

“Ah!” Vincent snapped out of his dazed state and apologized, “I’m… I’m sorry.” His face soon turned red with embarrassment and he decided that it was better to leave Tilla alone with the nurse.

“I will wait outside,” he mumbled before rushing out of the chamber.