Chapter 111

"I'll get Mrs. Lewis to help you with the medicine." Claire stood up from the couch, picked up the small bowl, and headed to the kitchen. But just a minute later, she came back alone. Never saw that coming—Beatrice had straight-up shut her down, told her not to bring Mrs. Lewis along, and even took the chance to toss a few nasty words about Nelson Cooper in the kitchen. Kind of awkward, if she was honest. Felt pointless and made Claire hesitate about going back over. Nelson had already noticed her out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up at her, the sharp lines of his face unreadable, and said nothing. Instead, he just grabbed another cotton swab and kept dabbing at the blood around his wound like nothing was off. "Sorry, Mrs. Lewis and Mrs. Grant are still busy," Claire said as she walked over, frowning when she saw how clumsy and haphazard he was being with the wound. "Maybe just wait a bit? Looks like the kitchen's nearly done anyway." If he kept rubbing at it like that, he'd end