The silk fabric had been glued to the wound, and the blood had dried up.
Nell's hands were trembling. He tried twice, but he could not take off Orlando's shirt.
Nell could see his bloody whip wounds.
"My goodness! Who did this? He was so ruthless!"
Nell was previously a killer from the underworld. The rules there were very strict. It was normal for someone who was not good enough to be beaten to death. However, Nell did not often get beaten.
Moreover, Orlando was different. He was a pampered young man, so how could he be injured so badly?
Orlando stopped him from being surprised. "Don't yell. Close the window and the curtains. If you can't take off my shirt, put a hot towel on it for a while."
"Alright."
"Mr. Caffrey, it may hurt a little. Bear with it." Nell quickly did as he was told and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel.
Nell put a hot towel on the wounds, and Orlando felt another burning pain.