Annie looked up and said, “I’m here to take care of the boss.”
Bernadette shot her a disdainful glance. “If it weren’t for you, Aaron wouldn’t have been injured like this. Aaron, how are you feeling?” She didn’t bother waiting for Annie’s response.
Aaron frowned slightly at Bernadette’s face looming over him, irritation bubbling inside. “I’m OK.”
“OK? Your hand’s injured like this—how can you be OK? Let me stay and take care of you. A woman like her isn’t clean, and your wounds might get infected.”
Ignoring the jab, Annie chose not to respond. She knew that saying anything would only make Aaron more annoyed.
Aaron dismissed Bernadette’s insults with a calm yet firm tone. “No need. If I let you stay, how would I explain it to your brother? I’m OK. You should head back.” His words were
