“Anthony, has Theo made work arrangements for everyone?” Rosalie asked.


    “Master Theodore hasn’t moved to his new ce yet. He’s still at the old vi, and we haven’t


    moved out either.”


    “Really? You’re all still at the old vi?” Rosalie was shocked; she had‘ assumed Theodore had left


    the day they divorced.


    “Is Theo… Is he home right now?” she asked again.


    “Yes, Master Theodore is here. He’s injured. Judging by the wounds, it looks like Madam Jarvis hit


    him with her cane. He’ll be bedridden for


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    a few days.”


    Rosalie frowned deeply. Theodore had been getting hurt a lottely. Reba must have hit him


    hard, or he wouldn’t need to stay in bed. for days.


    “Madam Rosalie, would you like toe back and see Master


    Theodore?”


    “I… I don’t think it’s appropriate for me toe back now. We’re divorced. I’m not your mistress


    anymore.”


    “But you’re still part of the Spencer family, and you have some things left here. It’s perfectly normal


    toe back and get them.”


    Anthony seemed to sense the concern in Rosalie’s voice, and gave her a way out.


    Rosalie forced herself to smile. “I guess I do have some things left there. I might as welle and


    get them.”


    “Alright, Madam Rosalie. I won’t tell Master Theodore that you’re


    Anthony was clever; he knew exactly what to say to make Rosalie feel less awkward.


    “Okay, thank you.”


    After hanging up, Rosalie let out a long sigh. In an attempt to convince herself, she murmured, “Just


    this once, Rosalie.”


    They had argued yesterday, and Reba overheard. Rosalie yed a part in it, and now,


    Theodore was the one who took the punishment alone. She had to go check on him.


    Theodore was lying face down on the bed while Anthony applied medicine to his injuries. His back


    was covered in bruises, some ces so bad they bore the marks of Reba’s cane. She had hit


    him hard, almost as if she wanted to beat him to death.


    His back was blue and purple, with many cuts and bleeding spots. He couldn’t even lie down to


    sleep; he had to stay on his stomach.


    He had endured the pain on his way back, almost fainting on the road.


    Anthony’s hands trembled as he applied the medicine and sighed deeply. He moved carefully and


    gently.


    Theodore frowned. “Hurry up.


    Anthony paused for a moment while applying the medicine. “Master Theodore, your injuries are


    quite severe. Maybe you should go to the hospital. I’m worried about infection!”


    “If I’m not worried about my own body, why should you be? Just hurry up and finish applying the


    medicine, Theodore snapped.


    Anthony sighed inwardly, and continued tending to Theodore’s


    wounds.


    The pain was intense, but Theodore gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound. His brows were


    furrowed, his eyes tightly shut. He clutched the pillow beneath him, gradually burying his face into it


    as if he was about to pass out.


    Suddenly, a soft, delicate hand gently rested on his shoulder. The sensation was akin to a surge of


    energy that flowed through him. He slowly opened his eyes.


    A gentle breeze brushed over his wounds, followed by the soothing touch of soft medical cotton.


    The cool medicine stung a bit, but the pain eased considerably.


    “Anthony, are you done yet?”


    He felt that it was taking too long.


    “Just a moment, there’s still some left to cover.”


    Theodore’s eyes shed with surprise when he heard that soft, familiar voice. He tried to get up, but


    a small hand pressed his shoulder firmly.


    “Don’t move,” she said, her tone a bit stern. “Let me finish applying the medicine first. We can talk


    after that.”