On the veranda ahead, Ewan Stratton sat in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on her.
Judging by the look in his eyes and the expression on his face, Sarah Shelby certainly didn't think he had come out specifically to welcome her.
After a moment's hesitation, she walked over and stood before him.
Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Ewan Stratton said lightly, "Run twenty laps around the courtyard."
"What?" Sarah Shelby had heard him clearly, but she didn't understand.
"I've said it before. I don't like repeating myself." Ewan Stratton didn't even look at her as he turned his wheelchair to go inside.
"Why?" Sarah Shelby asked hurriedly. "Why do I have to run twenty laps?"
'The courtyard is huge. Forget twenty laps, even ten would be enough to half-kill me. The point is, he didn't explain anything. He just opened his mouth and ordered me to run twenty laps around the courtyard. I at least deserve to know why, don't I?'
