"I'm so sorry, Auntie." Lacey quickly pulled out a paper towel and was about to wipe the table.
The servant, on the other hand, was quick on the draw and wiped the table before she did.
Lacey flinched slightly at such a servant and couldn't help but be impressed. What a breakneck speed!
"What happened? Did you choke?" Tilly sat next to Lacey and patted her back gently.
Lacey tensed up. Indeed, she could be ruthless and cold.
Yet, even though she knew it wasn't for her, she felt uncomfortable in the presence of such "care."
"I accidentally drank too fast." Lacey, still in her hospital gown, seemed a little pale.
"Silly child, look at you. Why are you in such a hurry? If you like black tea, I'll bring you some back." Tilly grew to like Lacey the more she looked at her. Her tone
