Isla Prescott felt a flicker of uncertainty.
"Sean, please don't joke about this. I'd be accepting your help and taking advantage of you."
Shane Sterling pursed his lips. "You have a point. I can't play the hero only to end up footing the bill myself. That'd be a terrible deal."
The atmosphere cleverly shifted.
"I have something in the morning, so I need to head back." Shane Sterling looked at her. "Are you leaving?"
Isla Prescott shook her head. "The doctor said my sister has to be hospitalized for a few days for observation. I'll wait until she's discharged."
"Alright. I'll head out then. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay. Thank you, Sean."
Shane Sterling left, and a moment later, a stylishly dressed middle-aged woman approached her.
"You're Miss Prescott, correct?"
"And you are?" Isla Prescott, still shaken by the incident with Autumn Wyatt, was naturally wary of strangers.
