"I was not in the carriage." he did not know why he was explaining when he was standing there fine. It was Ana who was lying injured in the room.
If only he had let her ride Snow.
George shook his head and sighed. The man did not realize his own pain. But they have noticed how lost he was when he held his wife and ran to the tents after tents with worry gnawing his heart.
He looked so hurt, shaken and shattered that for a second, George felt relieved to see him suffering.
Scolding himself for his heinous thoughts, he patted Garrison's shoulder.
"How did this happen?" Garrison gave a glance to Maggie who retreated slowly.
"The wheel fell off but I found it strange. I will investigate the matters personally. I have already taken the permission to burn the criminal at stake." George sighed again.
The man looked exhausted as he walked into the tent where Ana was resting. Garry followed and found two beds.
