Anastasia obediently stood up and followed Edward to the backyard of the clinic. "How are you acting as the mistress of the house? I dont want todays incident to happen again," Edwards face was full of dissatisfaction, and even his eyes carried a hint of blame.
Despite his attitude, Anastasia maintained a proper smile. "Yes, its all my fault. I will be more careful in the future."
This Anastasia made Edward take a few more glances at her. He felt that she seemed different somehow.
"You stay here and take good care of Isabella for the next few days," Edwards tone carried a hint of command.
Anastasia nodded, "Edward, even if you dont say it, I will stay here, after all, Isabella is like this because of me."
She meekly lowered her head, full of self-blame.
Seeing Anastasias soft appearance, Edward felt like he was punching a bag of cotton. He coldly left with a flick of his sleeve.
As soon as he left, Anastasias gentle and obedient demeanor disappeared, leaving only a gaze full of hatred.
Edward, are you already feeling distressed?
Its still early.
She walked to the place where the clinic picked up the medicine and found the medicine basket with Isabellas name on it. Taking advantage of no one noticing, Anastasia quietly dropped some fine powder into the medicine, then said to the nearby medicine apprentice:
"Sorry, I came to check on the medicine for my concubine. Shes very uncomfortable, could you please hurry up?"
"Madam, its ready."
With Anastasias urging, the medicine apprentice quickly processed the medicine. She carried the medicine basket, her smile deepening: "No trouble for the female doctor, Ill do it."
Unbeknownst to her, a man watching the whole process from a distance, smirked.
Isabella, in the clinics private room, had long been waiting impatiently for the medicine, which only provided slight relief from the previous ointment.
"Anastasia, why are you here? Wheres the doctor?"
"The female doctor happened to be busy, Ill serve you to take a bath," Anastasia smiled gently, but her smile did not reach her eyes.
Isabella didnt care much at this point and eagerly jumped into the bathtub. The medicine with added ingredients silently soaked into her skin.
After the initial coolness, she only felt an increasing itch, as if millions of ants were gnawing on her skin.
She uncontrollably scratched her skin fiercely, and her whole body was scratched to the point of bleeding.
"Ah! Help!"
She screamed for a long time, but no one from the clinic came in.
Isabella looked at Anastasia in front of her, pleading: "Anastasia, please help me!"
Anastasia pretended to panic and stood up: "Isabella, whats wrong with you? Is the medicine not enough?"
She said, pouring the remaining medicine into the bathtub, then gripping Isabellas wrist.
Seeming to help, but in reality, with Isabellas violent struggle, her wrist was already red and swollen.
"Anastasia, please let go of me, ah! Im going to die of itchiness!"
"We cant, Isabella, you must not scratch now!"
At this moment, Isabella, who was suffering from unbearable itching, looked into Anastasias smiling eyes and felt a sense of fear for no reason.
She trembled and asked: "Who are you?"
Anastasia let go of Isabellas wrist and pretended to be worried: "Isabella, youre really in pain and confused."
As soon as she let go, Isabella fell helplessly into the bathtub, splashing water all over the room.
At this moment, suddenly the door creaked, and someone pushed the door open from the outside...