"But… the bandits are still going to attack his distillery tonight, right?" she asked softly.
Edmund softened his gaze as he replied, "I've asked some of our soldiers to guard the distillery." He gently caressed her hair to calm her. "You don't have to worry anymore. Nothing bad will happen to your father or his business."
Primrose let out a slow, relieved breath. The thought of her father getting hurt felt like a nightmare she never wanted to relive.
Yes, she had seen Lazarus sick and injured before, but that didn't mean she could ever get used to it. Especially if it involved something as serious as his leg being crushed.
But then, her mind drifted back to her first life. At that time, her father must have suffered so much because of it. Worse than that, Primrose never even replied to his letters, acting like a daughter who deserved to be slapped.
