บท 124: The Trapped Soul

"Dear heavens, you naughty child!" Dr. Sabine exclaimed as she lightly spanked Ingrid's arm. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room.

Ingrid sat on the edge of her bed, playfully defending herself from the doctor's gentle reprimand, ensuring her injured palm remained safely away from her body. The room echoed with their laughter, a brief respite from the day's usual solemnity.

"I am sorry," Ingrid said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her playful demeanor contrasting with the bandage on her wounded hand.

"Princess, you tend to be quite reckless with your body, constantly getting injured. Most other ladies would be horrified at the mere sight of blood!" Dr. Sabine scolded Ingrid once more.

Ingrid responded with an innocent smile, knowing that her antics often worried the doctor.