Minimus Hart's face was ashen with pain. She managed to stand up with the help of a maid. Catching her breath, she gasped, "Take me to the medical office!"
"Yes…" The maid, finally snapping out of her terrified stupor, prepared to take her to the medical office to stop the bleeding.
That maniac's cut was vicious!
A long gash, raw and bleeding, now marred half of Minimus Hart's face.
The wound was so deep one dared not look at it for long, as it would leave a mental scar.
When Minimus Hart arrived at the medical office, the doctor took one look at her face, shook his head, and sighed, "Your face... it's ruined."
Minimus Hart didn't say a word. Throughout the application of the medicine, she merely frowned tightly, not crying out in pain. She swallowed all the pain. She would engrave this pain in her heart and repay Sophie Sullivan twofold in the future.
After her wound was treated at the medical office, Minimus Hart was escorted back to the backyard by the maid.
