Doctor Willet finished wrapping the bandage around Anne’s knee, then tied it off. Laird saw the exasperated glance the doctor gave Anne as she looked down to adjust her skirts over her leg. Then Doctor Willet swiveled around and gazed at Lady MacLaren. “Though you might try to convince her stay in the house for another fortnight—for her own good.” “Thank you so much for tending our Anne, Dr. Willet.” She walked with him into the passage, complaining about the stiffness in her shoulders just after a soaking rain. Laird closed the drawing room door until it remained but a finger’s width open. “Anne, I know we have only a few moments before my mother returns, so please, just listen to me. I’m sorry for last night.” She tried to wave him away, but instead he came closer. Anne’s golden eyes began to glisten. “Wh-what is it about me that you find so repugnant?” she asked him. “What?” Laird shook his head in confusion and knelt down beside the settee. “Yes, what exactly is it?
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