The servants around were stunned into silence by these words, completely forgetting what they were supposed to do.
However, Travis Miller's reaction was as if he was truly threatened by Abigail Hemsworth, for he made no move at all.
Abigail raised an eyebrow, withdrew her hand, and began to slowly unscrew the lid of the ointment with her slender, fair fingers.
"To be honest, I didn't exactly want you to behave right now."
She murmured, "You don't listen when you should, and then you're as obedient as a log when you shouldn't be."
She squeezed a bit of the pale yellow ointment onto her fingertip and then dabbed it onto the wound on the left corner of Travis Miller's lips.
The pain caused Travis Miller to slightly turn his head.
Abigail lowered her gaze and looked at him icily, "What did you do then? And now you know how to dodge?"
Her mood wasn't as calm as she appeared; the anger from slapping him just now hadn't dissipated much.
