Skylar Hayes quickly waved her hands. "No, no, Mr. Jarvis. I've already taken up enough of your time. Please, go on with your business. I can manage on my own."
Marcus Jarvis didn't insist. "Alright then. Goodbye, Ms. Hayes."
After speaking, he thought for a moment and added, "Be careful on your way. Don't get distracted again; it's very dangerous."
Skylar Hayes was a little embarrassed, but mostly grateful. She nodded. "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Jarvis. I'll be careful."
With that said, she turned to leave.
But as soon as she lifted her foot to take a step, a sharp pain shot through her ankle. Skylar Hayes couldn't help but let out a soft cry and bent down to look.
She was wearing thin, cropped trousers, and on her exposed right ankle, there was a scrape. The skin was broken, and flecks of blood were oozing out.
She must have scraped it when she fell on the ground earlier.
She hadn't felt it before, but lifting her foot made the pain noticeable.
