The primary physician, Lorensen, deliberately did not look at the lady and listened to Arthur’s words.
The story of Arthur holding the lady who had a hard time early in the morning in his arms and entering the mansion in a heated night atmosphere was widely rumored throughout the estate.
Dr. Lorensen had only heard the rumor, not seen it himself.
Even so, he thought it would be a rumor mixed with exaggeration and couldn’t believe it, but it was true.
Didn’t they say it was a strategic marriage that had to break up right after the wedding?
Anyway, it’s okay. It’s a good thing that the couple is affectionate.
Arthur continued his words.
“It was cold all night and she was only wearing a thin dress. It must have been hard to keep standing on the shaky carriage. My wife is okay, she just seemed tired, but I’m worried about her sudden fainting, so I’d like to request a checkup.”
Ah… it wasn’t that kind of story?
Yes, they said they held a nocturnal festival. I should have known.
By the way, the lady suddenly fainted, Dr. Lorensen was also worried.
She has never been like that in her life.
Anyway, it seemed that Arthur was a considerate person, so he was satisfied.
“I understand. I will examine her.”
“And there’s a wound on my wife’s forehead. I’d like you to look at that first.”
“A wound?”
What kind of wound? A wound on the face of a noble lady?
Dr. Lorensen, surprised, withdrew his gaze from Arthur and hurriedly looked at the lady.
Arthur gently lifted the lady’s right front hair with his hand, revealing the wound on her forehead.
Dr. Lorensen quickly approached, put on his glasses and looked closely at the part Arthur was pointing at.
“?”
And again, he was surrounded by a strange sense of disorientation.
Did the lady look like this?
Dr. Lorensen took off the glasses he had placed on his forehead. And put them on again.
“?”
I’m sure it’s a familiar face, but it doesn’t seem like a face I’ve seen often….
“!!!!!”
Dr. Lorensen gasped and widened his eyes.
What, what?
How did this happen?
This, this girl is…!
Dr. Lorensen was astonished.
The ‘lady’ was sweating coldly and didn’t know what to do, avoiding his gaze.
No doubt.
Five years ago. A maid who got hit by a ashtray from the Duke, and he took care of the wound.
He didn’t remember the name, anyway.
The hands of the primary physician, Lorensen, trembled.
‘It’s not Lady Christina!’
He wanted to doubt his eyes.
Next to the new wound that Arthur pointed out for him to see, was a crescentshaped scar that he had stitched himself five years ago.
[This is the time separator]Alvin Lorensen, whose face had turned beet red, walked heavily down the corridor.
The servants, who were about to greet him happily, widened their eyes like surprised rabbits at his face.
It was rare for him, a mild and affectionate physician who was respected by all the servants of the mansion, to make such a face.
Alvin Lorensen abruptly opened the door of the office where the Duke and Duchess were.
“Master!”
In the office were the Duke sitting on the chair touching his forehead and the Duchess pressing her forehead with the end of a fan.
And as always, the chubby Mrs. Hurst and the butler, Jim, who seemed to have aged 10 years in two days, were there.
Two maids were standing in front of them with anxious faces.
One of them was the maid who had come to call him earlier.
Primary physician Lorensen understood the situation at a glance from their diverse, chaotic expressions.
They all knew. I was the only one who didn’t know!
“Alvin….”
Dr. Lorensen slammed the door of the office and turned back, lowering his voice.
“What’s going on! Where is the lady!”
“……”
The Duke, who had been stuck to his chair like a statue, just moved his lips and mumbled.
“Please don’t say anything. I’m the one who’s most frustrated.”
[This is the time separator]‘……’
Iris touched her forehead awkwardly as she looked in the mirror.
When she was hit by the ashtray the Duke had thrown a long time ago……
Even then, Dr. Kevrant had been unusually kind to the maid.
But, of course, the treatment a noble lady received and the treatment a maid received were different.
It felt like he had meticulously applied a much better medicine.
He had given her a separate ointment to apply to the wound regularly and left.
Dr. Kevrant said he would come every day to make sure no scar formed, as if it were a major problem.
It was surprising to hear that if well managed, a scar could be avoided.
Because it wasn’t important when she was hurt five years ago.
Although it was a place that wasn’t very visible, the wound she had received five years ago left a small scar on Iris’s forehead.
“……”
Would it be alright?
Dr. Kevrant is tightlipped……
Otherwise, the honor of the Duke would have been wandering in hell long ago.
“……”
Iris was sure of it.
There was undoubtedly a moment when the attending physician recognized her.
But the shrewd Dr. Kevrant quickly regained his composure, treated her respectfully as ‘Miss Christina,’ and showed his calm and quick wit by not making a single slip of the tongue.
Perhaps by now, he has visited the Duke and Duchess…… and may know more than the maids do.
“……”
It’ll be alright. It has to be.
Iris unconsciously touched her wound nervously and muttered to herself.
……Nothing will happen.
I can go back to my grandmother……
“Don’t touch it, I said.”
Brodie gently pulled Iris’s hand away from her forehead.
Startled, Iris curled up in the direction away from him, like a snail retracting at the touch of her fingers.
“……”
One of Iris’s hands remained in his hand, from which she hadn’t fully escaped.
Iris couldn’t bring herself to look at it, so she awkwardly glanced around.
“……”
Brodie, who had been watching her quietly, smirked and asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“You said you wanted to be alone.”
He entwined the hand he held.
“……!”
Iris almost jumped halfway.
“Now you avoid when it goes your way.”
Brodie pulled the hand he had interlaced.
Helplessly pulled towards him, Iris fell into Brodie’s arms.
His firm arm and broad chest.
The faint scent that brushed past her nose was dizzying.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
