Although they were only a servant in the Weiss familyâs house, their salary was higher than many white-collar workers out there. The job was not tiring either, and such a job was not easy to find.
Shana Nicholls soon arrived in the living room, and the servant who had gone to fetch the medical kit came with her.
âMr. Weiss, why did you ask for meâ¦â Shana Nicholls asked.
âTake a look at the madamâs ankle. She sprained it,â said Martin Weiss.
Shana Nicholls was surprised. It was the first time Martin Weiss addressed Kyla as the madam in front of everyone. The term âmadamâ was no doubt a deGracetion of Kylaâs identity to the crowd so that they did not forget that this woman was the madam of the Weiss family!
âYes,â said Shana Nicholls as she walked up to Kyla. She crouched down, lifted Kylaâs pant leg, and began to examine her ankle.
However, this posture made Shana Nicholls feel humiliated. Kyla sat on the couch like the high and mighty matriarch while she crouched on the floor like a mere concubine.
To make matters worse, she was the one who caused the wound on Kylaâs ankle. She had no idea if Kyla had told Mr.
Weiss about the incident at the stairs.
Shana Nicholls wondered nervously. Moments later, she got up and said, âThereâs nothing serious with the madamâs ankle. Itâs just sprained and swollen. Itâll recover after applying medicine for a few days.â
She said as she took a jar of ointment from the medical kit.
She was about to pass it to Kyla, but Martin Weiss snatched the jar from her hands first. Then, he crouched down in front of Kyla to apply it to her ankle himself!
âDonât move.â As Martin Weiss muttered, he took off her shoes and socks first. He held her foot with one hand and smeared her ankle with ointment with the other.
The cool ointment slowly seeped into her skin as he applied it, reducing the burning sensation she felt.
After he finished applying the ointment for her, he picked her up in his arms again before walking toward her room.
Kyla could feel the servants watching them.
Once they entered the room, he put her on the bed. Then, he left the ointment jar on the bedside table.
âRemember the instructions. Three times a day.â
With that said, he turned around to leave.
âWait!â She stopped him. âWas that⦠intentional?â Did he intentionally carry her, who was having trouble moving, and apply the ointment for her in front of everyone?
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