"You don't like it?" Andrew frowned, his voice slightly strained, deliberately lowering it.
Carla said, "I can do it myself. Thank you, Andrew. But it was my own lack of vigilance that caused my injury. It's none of your business, you don't have to do these things, and I don't want to trouble everyone."
Her tone was soft and calm, her face devoid of any displeasure or anger, her light-colored pupils clear and bright, which made Andrew's heart tremble slightly.
Her tone was calm but laced with aloofness.
Andrew lowered his eyes to avoid her gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his voice even stiffer and lower.
"Just get well, that's not troubling us."
As the most respected leader of Black Eagle, Andrew's tone always carried a sense of authority, even unquestionableness.
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