Logan
“…No, the PR angle is off. I don’t care what the legal team says, we need to put—”
“Ah, why did you push the cup?!” Chloe’s voice cut through the tension in the room.
I froze, and my head snapped toward the kitchen, and before anyone else could react, I was already running. My employees followed after me. When I reached the kitchen, it was in chaos.
Chloe stood by the counter, her hand clutched to her chest, her expression a mix of shock and pain. Beside her, Lucy was crying, holding her own hand as shards of broken porcelain lay scattered across the tile.
“Mr. Logan,” Lucy sobbed. “She—”
“Move,” I snapped.
I didn’t hear the rest. I pushed past her like she wasn’t even there and reached Chloe.
“Let me see it,” I said quickly, guiding her hand under the cold water tap. The sk
