Abigail fell carefully and didn't make any contact with the section of her abdomen that had been operated on. She looked up to see Brandon standing still, so she blinked at him.
Brandon took a deep breath, "Miss Green, do you need help getting up?"
"Yes."
"Pullan." Abigail's response was straightforward and calm. Then she heard Brandon's clear, mellow voice call out to Pullan.
Pullan, who had been standing behind her, quickly stepped forward. But in the next moment, Abigail had already regained her footing and brushed the dust off her overcoat, "Thank you."
Pullan's hand hung in midair as he glanced at his young master. Was this plump woman infatuated with his young master? That couldn't be true, even though his young master was indeed charming.
Brandon watched Abigail's actions, which were utterly unembarrassed. Her skin was indeed thick, as the saying goes.
"Mr. Piers, I just meant to repay the money..."
"Help! Quick, save my brother, he's fainted! Doctor!"
