Chapter 10

Becca's POV

I had to spend a whole week at Friederich's house, no matter how much I wanted to leave and go on with my life as if that stab had never happened.

The problem was that my master's private doctor thought that the wound needed care, although the painkillers were anesthetizing me and keeping me well, not to mention that all rest would be necessary so that the stitches did not open. I couldn't go against the opinion of a doctor who seemed to have years of experience, and I didn't want to upset my master, so I simply agreed to stay.

Worst of all was not that social isolation that I hated so much, but also the fact that my master did not attend my room with the intentions I would like. Of course, he didn't spend a day without visiting me, wanting to know how I was, how I felt. Of course, he kept worrying and showing that he would do his best so that I could be one hundred percent as soon as possible. But what I really wanted, he didn't give it to me.