"Ma'am!"
Grace Winslow was startled.
She had taken care of Caleb Forrest's mother for over twenty years, so she knew some basic first aid.
She first picked up the old woman, laid her flat on the ground, checked her eyelids, and then her breathing. After confirming she was still breathing, Grace began CPR.
A full ten minutes passed before the woman coughed and came to.
Grace found some medicine in the woman's pocket, fed her a pill, and then grabbed a nearby teacup to give her half a cup of water.
The old woman's breathing gradually steadied. She looked at Grace with a complicated expression. "They all curse me. They all know our Forrest family is no good, that we're traitors. Aren't you afraid that if you buy our house, you'll be cursed too?"
"I can tell right from wrong for myself. I won't judge you just based on what a few people say."
"I have my own eyes to see. You don't look like a bad person either."
