A face, though not long acquainted with but already very familiar, appeared in Howard's field of vision.
With baby fat cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, her furrowed brows and piercing eyes looked down upon Howard from atop her horse.
Vivia was mounted, cradling the expressionless Jelia in her arms, with a riding crop in hand.
Meanwhile, Howard lay in the wagon, an easy target by any measure.
Snap—
The riding crop in Vivia's hand made a crisp sound as her face remained impassive.
Howard turned to look towards the front of the wagon, stunned.
...
Although Vivia didn't show it much, it was undeniable that she had been keeping an eye on Howard's condition, considering he was the first person she saw upon waking up.
Howard rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, "Tell me what happened afterward, about Red Eye and Lilianne. As for myself, I'll need some time to adjust before I can discuss it with you."
