Seb grabbed the packed lunch box, ready to head out, when the housekeeper stopped him with a question, "Sir, when is ma'am expected back home?"
Halting at the door, Seb turned around and replied, "She'll be discharged tomorrow, Miss Mari. I've already written down the things for you to prepare tomorrow. They are there on the table."
Mari glanced at the list and nodded," Of course, Sir. I'll make arrangements for it right away. Do you need me to prepare dinner for you before I leave in the evening."
"No. Thank you." Seb answered before leaving decisively. Mari tsked. It was the missus who'd been injured but it was Mr Frost who looked like a zombie ghost. Taking a look at the dishes Mr Frost had asked to prepare, she frowned, before tearing up the list. That man needed someone to look after him the way he looked after his wife. But she was here to do that!
