Chapter 87

Elsie said, "Okay." William opened the door and left. "He walked away that easily?" Olivia had already braced herself for a battle. She didn't expect him to just leave like that. "Guess he knows his place." Olivia might be a bit scatterbrained, but when it came to taking care of someone sick, as long as she cared, she'd get it done. She filled a foot basin with hot water, tossed in a herbal pack, and carried it over. "Soak your feet a bit, sweat it out, might help bring the fever down faster." "You should take that room tonight," Elsie said. "Don’t want you catching this." "No way. What if you feel worse in the middle of the night and I don’t hear you calling?" She'd already made peace with the worst-case scenario before coming over. Just ‘cause William left didn’t mean Elsie should get worse care—it’d only make him look better. "Whatever William can do, I can too. Sure, my cooking's not as good, but I can always learn." Elsie knew her too well. "You hate cooking. Don’t push yourself."