“Let our best lawyers handle this and update me on the progress. I’m counting on you, Elisha. Thanks.”
Sander hurriedly ended the call and looked back at Primrose, who was sitting on the couch. The red-haired lady was obviously dazed. She didn’t even spare him a glance as he approached closer and sat beside her.
“Drink some more water. You’re turning pale again,” he picked the glass up from the coffee table and made both her hands hold it. “Are you feeling alright? Just tell me if you're hurting anywhere, I'll take you to the hospital.”
"N-no," she managed to reply and took a small sip of water from the glass he handed to her."I'm fine, really. Sorry for involving you in all this once again."
"I was the one who went there, so it's not your fault that I got involved."
She raised her
