Gianna arrived soon. Without delay, Eleanor was escorted back to the tattoo parlor.
Eleanor, leaning against the car window with her head propped on her hand, felt nauseous and groggy, barely noticing the route taken.
Only upon arrival did she snap back to reality. "Why are we here?"
Gianna replied with a hint of irritation, "What's wrong with being here? Is there anyone else to look after you back there?"
Rubbing her temples, Eleanor remained silent.
"All right, go upstairs and take a shower. I'll find you some clean clothes," Gianna instructed.
"Okay."
After her shower, Gianna had already returned with takeout food.
"Sit down and have a rest. Some oatmeal will ease your discomfort." She sat on the couch, opened the takeout box, and placed it in front of Eleanor, who took a few si
