Jia Luo stood up, walked to Mrs. An, and took her hand. "Is your hand feeling better, Madam? I didn't expect An Ziqing would abandon you like that! So I cut off two of your fingers as a gift for her! I trust you won't blame me."
The middle finger and ring finger of Mrs. An's left hand had already been severed.
By now she couldn't even feel pain.
Mrs. An pulled her hand back, clutching the injured one with her other hand, still trembling slightly.
As long as she was with Jia Luo, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
"If there's nothing else, I'm going back to my room to rest." Mrs. An stood up and said, then walked straight out the door.
"Please rest well, Madam. Qingqing will come to see you very soon." Jia Luo bowed slightly.
Mrs. An stepped out the door, and the guard and servants followed right behind her.
Not leaving her side for a moment.
Until Mrs. An entered her room.
She closed the door.
