Grace Yakov finished speaking and, without giving anyone a chance to explain, she carried Molly off towards the infirmary.
Her heart ached as she took the ointment from the nurse's hands and began to apply it to her little face.
"Grandmother blow on it, and it won't hurt..." Seeing her little darling treated like this, her heart throbbed painfully—she really wished she could find that bizarre mother and son and give them another beating!
"Little Princess isn't hurt, Elder Brother helped me fight off the wicked person, he's so strong!" Molly hugged Grace's neck and nuzzled into her embrace.
"Grandmother was also very strong just now!"
"..." Grace's body shook slightly, and her movement of applying the medicine to the Little Princess paused as she looked into her sparkling big eyes, feeling a surge of emotion in her veins.
After finishing applying the medicine to the Little Princess, she then picked up Harry, checking for any injuries on him.
