Chapter 822

Still, Isaac was worrying for nothing—perhaps thanks to the discipline she honed from her job, Irene rode with calmness and steadiness. Her strong guts also allowed her to take to riding like a duck to water! She certainly loved feeling the sensation of wind against her face as she sat on the horse's back, blowing away all her worries. "Hyah!" She spurred her horse on whimsically, allowing it to dash over the near-boundless meadow to her heart's content! Isaac had been worried that she would fall off her horse, and he was therefore surprised to find her riding so well. Trotting his horse to Isaac's side, Carl asked, "Did the missus learn to ride before?" Rarely was there a woman who could ride so quickly and steadily on their first try. "It is her first time," Isaac replied. Carl was naturally astonished. "Woah, she has the gift." "Her gift is in saving people, actually." Despite his usual attitude, Isaac had always been proud about Irene's career as a doctor. Even if thi