Her voice hadn't fully recovered, with a hoarseness as though her vocal cords were torn, a sound that made the maid next to her feel a twinge of sympathy.
The man had already taken a step but paused, casting a sidelong glance in her direction with the corner of his eye, looking at her indifferently without saying anything.
With slow steps, his figure gradually disappeared down the corridor.
Summer Sutton sat down at the dining table, burying her head to continue eating her meal.
"Miss, drink more water! Don't choke! Take good care of your voice, don't let it not recover!" The maid poured her several glasses of water in succession, reminding her.
"Thank you." Summer Sutton responded to her softly.
"Later I'll have the doctor come by to check on your throat." The maid smiled slightly, cutting a piece of meat for her and placing it on her plate.
The maids on this yacht, though talkative, were genuinely kind to Summer Sutton. Summer even found this group quite endearing.
