"You're such an ungrateful man. How paranoid!"
Joanna walked out of the chamber in a huff, unable to stop herself from cursing out loud.
She must be crazy. Why bother being kind to him? She was angering herself for nothing. With this much time, she could have gone home to enjoy a bath, catch up on a show, and eat and drink.
Luke had been waiting outside, and when he saw Joanna coming out of the memorial chamber, he hurriedly greeted her. "Miss Pierce? Why so quick?"
"That ungrateful man is accusing and upsetting me. Why should I stay?"
"How is that possible?"
Luke continued begging shamelessly, "You know Master Moran's nature. He's stubborn and harsh but doesn't actually mean it. Please help him. Urge him to eat and treat his wounds, or he might just not get through the night."
"I refuse!" Joanna gritted her teeth, her face tense. "He said his life or death had nothing to do with me!"
