Half an hour.
Abigail Green was chased and beaten by Old Mr. Smith in the courtyard for half an hour.
If Abigail hadn't been able to avoid it every time, Pullan would have really lost control and rushed up.
Fortunately, after half an hour, Old Mr. Smith finally got tired. He pointed at Abigail with a bamboo stick. "You lucky dog."
Abigail was speechless. "..." Old Mr. Smith really turned bad while she was gone.
He even called her a dog!
"Pullan, get me a cup of water." Abigail panted and shouted. Her body was still not in good shape. In the past, she could dodge her grandfather's whip for at least an hour without panting.
The servant Pullan hurried to pour Abigail a cup of hot tea. "Madam, please drink."
Abigail took it and gulped it down, handing the cup back to Pullan. "Another."
Pullan hurried to refill the water.
Old Mr. Smith got angry. "Do you think this is your home?"
"I... haven't seen anyone chase and beat their guests either," Abigail retorted.
