I Became a Sick Nobleman

Fran was in agony again today.

There are only six family heads, and among them, why and for what reason did Ruel, who has the highest of noble status, get injured like this?

It was a wound, as if he had fallen down from a mountain.

Fran’s brows were deeply wrinkled as she looked at Ruel’s wounds.

“Sister,” Tierra gently patted Fran on the shoulder.

Despite thinking she had grown accustomed to Ruel’s actions and any situation that arose, it seemed otherwise.

After all, she had earnestly asked him to take better care of himself.

This time, as his personal physician, she intended to scold Ruel severely.

“Mr. Cassion,” Fran called, rolling up one sleeve.