The Revenge of the Reincarnated Villainess
She was screaming at a servant, throwing a vase that shattered against the wall.
Carmen blinked, her heart pounding.
After what felt like hours, the healer lowered her hands, the glow around her fading. She exhaled deeply, her expression unreadable.
"Well?" Lady Erica demanded, stepping forward. "What did you find?"
The healer hesitated, her gaze lingering on Carmen. "Physically, she is unharmed," she said carefully. "But the fall-and whatever force was at play-may have disrupted her memories. It is not uncommon in cases of trauma."