âI wonât tell Mr.
Pierce, but only if you answer a few questions.
Where am I? Who is Mr.
Pierce?â
The nurseâs jaw dropped, surprise widening her eyes.
Clearly, my question caught her off guard.
âWhat?â Her silence prompted me to raise an eyebrow.
âUnwilling to answer?â
Shaking her head rapidly, the nurse blurted, âNo, no, of course Iâll tell you!â
Perhaps fearing Andrewâs influence within the community, she revealed the truth, despite finding my questions odd.
âThis is witchesâ territory, populated mainly by pureblood witches.
Mr.
Pierce is the youngest deputy clan leader; he oversees all our affairs.
â
A flicker of admiration crossed her face as she spoke.
Now it made sense.
The hostility stemmed from my mixed-blood status.
âI see,â I replied simply.
The nurse, likely disappointed with my muted reaction, emphasized loudly, âMore importantly, Mr.
Pierce is a childhood friend and confidant of Shirley Harrison, the clan leaderâs daughter.
They practically grew up together.
â
âShirley Harrison?â I searched my memories, finding nothing familiar.
âYes,â the nurse said pointedly, her tone light.
âMiss Harrison is very fond of Mr.
Pierce, and the clan leader plans for them to get married.
Their families are the most prestigious in the whole witch clan, so other women should steer clear, or risk Miss Harrisonâs displeasure.
â
A hint of warning laced her voice, eliciting a chuckle from me.
So she did misunderstand.
Shrugging indifferently, I said, âAppreciate the advice, but youâre wrong.
Mr.
Pierce is simply my rescuer.
Thereâs nothing going on between us.
â
The nurse studied me intently, and sensing my sincerity, her demeanor softened considerably.
âI see.
I apologize for the mistake.
â
She continued, âIâve cared for you these past days.
Seeing Mr.
Pierceâs attentiveness, I wrongly assumed you had unrealistic feelings for him.
I apologize if I caused any offense.
â
Her sincerity was clear, but she spoke with distance, Likely due to her caution after my earlier threat.
With amnesia clouding my mind, I had no interest in making enemies or hidden meanings.
âNo problem.
Now that everythingâs clear, letâs proceed with the medication.
Youâve answered my questions, I wonât need another nurse.
â
âGreat!â The nurse visibly relaxed with a sigh of relief.
Indeed, her movements as she applied the medication and changed the dressings were noticeably gentler.
Finishing, the nurse spoke softly.
âMr.
Pierce requested you see your child after medication.
Iâll bring her from the next room.
â
At the mention of my child, a burst of warmth, like sunshine, flooded my heavy heart, dispelling gloom and exhaustion.
Stifling a joyful smile, I thanked her politely.
âThank you for the trouble.
â