Adrian Quincy quickly walked up to her. He reached out to steady her, but Claire Sinclair deliberately dodged him. "Mr. Quincy, are you free? I want to see Yara Quincy now. After that, I have to move."
Adrian Quincy's hand froze in midair for a moment before he naturally withdrew it. "We'll go over in a bit," he said in a deep voice.
He paused, his gaze drawn to the small bump on her forehead. "Did you fall?"
"No. When is 'in a bit'?"
"Let me get some ointment for you first."
"That's not necessary!" Claire Sinclair couldn't stop herself from shouting. "Mr. Quincy, let's not waste each other's time. Every extra second I spend with you is another second I have to endure being looked down on. The very first thing anyone ever says when they meet me is how weak I look. Everyone thinks I'm not good enough for you, and I'm sick of it!"
Adrian Quincy lowered his head slightly. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
