The man's cold voice seemed to be holding back something, causing Charlotte's heart to tremble. Her hands hung by her sides, like a primary school student being punished to stand, daring not to move again.
Leandro looked at her for a moment, "Did your foot just touch something?"
"There was none."
She looked up at him, not knowing if it was an illusion, but there was no anger in those dark eyes.
Charlotte let out a slight sigh, "I'm sorry, Mr. Romero."
Leandro pulled aside a wheelchair, "Sit down."
The commotion just now was quite significant. If it weren't for Leandro's quick actions, Charlotte would have fallen onto that food cart. That cart had hot soup on it. If Charlotte had fallen onto it, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Moreover, Charlotte's right calf was alread
