Meliora felt like throwing up. This was the first time in her life that she had seen scars that looked like burns, and it was far worse than she had imagined. The wounds were scattered all over the girl's body, and Meliora gulped.
The girl, who had been lying there with her eyes closed, suddenly blinked them open. Meliora, whose face was scrunched into a frown, stopped midway and forced a warm smile.
The girl, who thought Meliora was going to throw up and run away, became excited. Her eyes twinkled as she quickly raised herself to sit up.
Beads of sweat formed on Meliora's forehead. She knew that if she reacted any differently, the Duke, who stood at the side watching her every move, would taunt her and possibly kick her out of his household.
"I didn't realize you were going through so much," Meliora began as she sat at the edge of the bed, flashing the Duke's daughter a concerned gaze.
