"I hope you don't forget that. Don't worry too much about your husband. I'll be fine."
Perhaps Penny was underestimating him, often prioritizing Zoren's health above everything else, forgetting the crucial point that he had earned his position through what people called a "bloody" fight. It wasn't easy for him to get where he was, and keeping it wasn't easy either.
"Even so, being careful is a must," she quietly blurted out.
Zoren nodded in understanding. "I will. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried."
"I know, don't worry."
"..." Penny pressed her lips together and shook her head. 'Never mind.'
Just then, she caught sight of an approaching figure in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she raised her brows at Butler Hubert.
"Young Master, Young Madam, the Old Madam has finished her regular check-up," he announced. "She is calling for both of you to join her for tea."
