Lurgard.
I did not bother to ask Theresa who that madwoman was, because I feared it would only agitate her further and push her already unstable emotions into something worse.
The doctor had already attended to her properly. She had been given medication and injections, and we were told to let her rest. According to him, the swelling would gradually reduce with time, as long as she avoided unnecessary stress and movement.
That alone was enough for me to hold back my questions.
Lawrence seemed to understand the situation in the same way I did. He did not press further either, which told me he was also choosing his battles carefully instead of worsening things for her.
My attention shifted back to Theresa almost immediately.
I could tell she was thinking about something—something heavy. It was not just an ordinary distraction. Her expression carried that distant look again, the kind that made it feel like she was physically present but mentally somewhere far away.
