Grace Parker immediately lifted her head once the words were spoken.
A woman's bloodshot eyes appeared before her, and Tracy was startled, her face darkening.
"Miss Parker, are you ill?" She examined her complexion, discovering it to be not only pale but also a sickly grayish-blue, which was quite frightening.
Grace Parker stared at her with apparent distaste, which Tracy could see. She straightened up, about to fetch a cup of water, just as Lorraine Hanson came out of the elevator.
He was holding a medicine box, larger than a typical one, with an appearance akin to something a professional would use.
He walked over to the sofa, opened the medicine box, and picked out a bottle of medicine. Tracy glanced over, and it seemed to be an anti-inflammatory.
"If you can't handle alcohol, then don't drink it. If you can't even care for your own body, what talk is there of taking care of yourself!?" The man's tone was harsh, his eyes cold, and his handsome face tense.
