Clenching the cotton swab between her fingers tightly, Meredith did not say anything. “Get out!”
Josiah bellowed. Like always, Ysabelle smirked at her and gave her an eye, hinting to her that she
should probably leave now. “Josiah, aren’t you being a little too unfair?” With his arms crossed in front
of his chest, Liam leaned against the door and complained , “Edith’s hand is injured too but why didn’t
you ask Ysabelle to help Meredith dress her wound?” Ysabelle was lost for words. Inwardly, she was
seething and cursing at Liam for always messing up her plan. Gritting her teeth, Ysabelle had no
choice but to pretend that she was worried too. “Huh? Did you burn your hands too, Meredith?” Taking
Meredith’s hands in hers, Ysabelle added, “Goodness me, it’s so red. Come, let me apply some
ointment to it.” “Leave it, I’ll help her instead,” Gesturing to Meredith to come to him, Liam added,
“Come here Edith, I’ll dress your wound.” Even though the burning pain on the back of her hand was
spreading, Meredith could feel Josiah’s deadly glare on her without even having to look at him. How
could she possibly dare to have Liam help her? “It’s fine. I still have to carry out my punishment –
kneeling in the front yard.”
“Kneeling?” Liam acted as if he was terribly shocked by what he heard. “What with the sick
punishment? Josiah, don’t tell me you’ve got a weird thing for punishment?” Before Josiah could even
reply, Ysabelle interrupted, “Mister Liam, Josiah was only joking. Meredith had hurt her hand, it’s not
right to punish her.”
She then looked at Josiah and said, “Josiah, leave it, hmm? Meredith didn’t do it on purpose and I’ve
forgiven her.”
Josiah knew better about the fact whether Meredith did it on purpose or not.
But of course, he was more annoyed by the relationship between Meredith and Liam. Josiah suspected
that Meredith must have cast a spell on Liam. If not, what other reason could explain why Liam was
going on and on about wanting to protect Meredith? “Meredith Leighton, when are you ever going to
stop flirting around?” Staring intently at Meredith, Josiah uttered word by word. Meredith knew that
Josiah was referring to her relationship with Liam. Unfazed, she replied,” I don’t understand what you’re
talking about.”
“Edith, what are you going to do? Let me help you.” Following behind her,
Liam was coming down the stairs. “Edith, how are you possibly going to do the chores when your hand
is injured? We still have to dress your wound!”
Seeing how Liam was about to chase up to her, Meredith raised her hand and stopped him.” Mister
Liam, I know you have good intentions but please don’t add any trouble to me.”
“How am I giving you trouble?”
Meredith pulled into a bitter smile and replied, “When Mister Josiah wants me dead, you should take
his side and support him. Don’t ever go against him.”
Liam was wordless.
This just proved that Josiah was indeed a total nutjob.
“But let me help dress your wound, hmm?”
“It’s fine. Thank you.” Meredith flashed him a smile, turned around, and left.
Liam was wordless with annoyance. He clearly thought that Meredith had finally toughened up but how
was it that she turned all soft when facing Josiah?
Meredith applied some ointment onto her wound and started working on the chores. It was already half-
past eleven at night by the time she was done with cleaning the house but there was still laundry that
she had to do. Meredith, who has yet to recover from the cold she caught, felt dizzy and weak after all
the chores. Passing by Josiah’s study, she heard Ysabelle calling out to her, “Meredith, are you free
right now?” Without even looking back, Meredith replied, “No.” “Stand where you are!” ordered Josiah.
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