Chapter 593
“Nothing.” He just didn’t like seeing her sad. Even the slightest frown on her face made his heart ache. He began to play with her fingers, drawing her attention back to him. When he saw the light return to her eyes, he relaxed.
“So where is this tree you planted with your mother?” he asked.
“If I remember correctly, it’s over there. I’ll show you!” Anastasia’s mood lifted, and she eagerly pulled him in the direction she remembered.
“It is over there,” the old lady called out with a smile. “Ana, slow down! The ground is slippery, you’ll fall
Her words were barely out of her mouth when Anastasia’s foot slipped on a wet patch of stone, and she lost her balance. Before Mrs. Brennan could even cry out, Harrison, ever vigilant, caught her, pulling her securely against his chest.
The old lady’s heart, which had leaped into her throat, settled back down. Supported by Juliet, she hurried over. “I told you to be careful! Are you hurt? Did you twist your ankle?”
Tucked against Harrison’s chest, Anastasia blushed. “I’m fine, Grandma. I didn’t fall at all.”
Despite her assurances, her grandmother insisted on checking her over from head to toe before she was satisfied. “It rained the last few days,” she chided gently. “The ground is treacherous. Please be more careful.”
Anastasia nodded obediently, only to have her cheek pinched.
“Reckless,” Harrison admonished softly.
She looked up at his stern face and wrapped her arms around him pleadingly. “I only get like this when you’re around to catch me
Her words disarmed him completely. With a sigh of resignation, he helped her stand up straight.
Mrs. Brennan and Juliet watched the exchange with warm smiles. Words could lie, but the easy affection between them was undeniable. Her Ana was clearly cherished and happy the matriarch approval of Harrison grew, and she smiled. “Come, Harrison, let me show you the tree
Eager to escape any further scolding, Anastasia quickly followed her grandmother, pulling Harrison along.
After a trip down memory lane, it was time to head back. “Grandma, Benson’s medicine should be ready.”
The old lady’s concern for her grandson immediately returned, and she hurried back inside.
“Is the medicine ready?” Anastasia asked a servant. “Bring it here.”
The servant looked confused. “The medicine? Penny already took it up to the young master’s room.”
Anastasia’s expression changed instantly. Without a word, she sprinted toward Benson’s room and threw open the door.
Inside,
unconscio was propping up an
Benson, a bowl of dark
liquid her hand about to port
down his throat.
“Stop!” Anastasia commanded, her voice like a crack of thunder.
Penny whipped her head around, her face contorting in panic. In a desperate move, she tried to force Benson’s mouth open and pour the
contents of the bow down his throat.
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