Chapter 259 Abigail Again
The vehicle arrived swiftly at the infirmary’s gates.
Fortunate it was that the broth had not seared deeply, and Abigail’s arm bore no grievous wound. Within the quarter–hour, the gash was tended, an ointment for burns prescribed for further use at her residence.
Surveying her arm. Abigail sighed with acceptance, “I assured you, I am well; merely a trifling harm, no necessity to escort me hither.”
Kate glanced her way, assured of her arm’s well–being ere stating, “Prudence dictates a visit to the infirmary”
For had not Abigail stood in the way, that vessel of broth might have doused her.
Observing Abigail’s arm, now inflamed and blemished. Kate lightly compressed her lips, a vague vexation taking root.
Abigail waved her arm in jest, a grin upon her lips. “All has been appraised, Kate, are you at ease now?”
“Yes,” nodded Kate.
Had Abigail sustained grave harm for her sake, Kate would have harboured deep regret.
Just then, Kate’s telephone rang–Eric was the caller.
“Kate, have you crossed paths with Lana?” queried Eric’s resonant voice, cool and profound. “Are you wounded?”
Kate’s visage softened, a smile accompanying her response, I am unscathed, thanks to Abigail’s vigilance and intervention. Otherwise.
Eric’s brow furrowed slightly.
Abigail again!
Eric did not linger on Abigail but issued a warm caution. Fortunate you emerged unharmed. Be wary George will fetch you from the infirmary”
Pausing. his gaze narrowed a fraction. Eric added in a gentle tone, “This time. Abigail lent When you find respite, extend her an invitation for a repast.
you
aid.
When Abigail had sought Kate, Eric had not been present. Was it by design or coincidence?
Kate smiled. “Certainly, I shall convey your words to her later. Ric, have you concluded your tasks? When shall you return home?”
Eric hesitated, eyes glancing towards the gleaming edifice ahead, “It will be late. I must first attend to matters here. Wait for me at home.”
Balance:
behind him, who promptly entered the structure without pause!
Kate ended the telephone conferrin her countenance still adorned with a serene smile. She turned
towards Abigail and spoke with a light chuckle, “Abigail, Ric has expressed his gratitude for your intervention. He wishes to invite you for a meal at your convenience. When might that be?”
Kate furrowed her brow slightly. “Is it pressing?”
Abigail smiled warmly. “Thank you, Kate.”
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