"But, Miss Smith said, Mr. Davis, you needed help..."
"I have my own hands and feet, I don't need your help."
Even though Nolan Davis said this, Amanda had no choice but to retreat, still curious about what the 'urgent matter needing help' that Sophie Smith mentioned when she went downstairs was about?
Nolan Davis stood in front of the fitting mirror, tied his own tie, fastened the cufflinks, and looked rather energetic, except for the glaring white bandage on his forehead.
He went downstairs, only to see Sophie Smith sitting properly at the dining table, waiting for him to come down.
It seemed she was constantly blaming herself, feeling guilty for injuring him last night, though in truth, it was actually his fault.
Sitting at the dining table, the two of them spoke very little, considering the awkwardness of last night's incident.
Nolan Davis took a few quick bites of breakfast and then headed to the company.
In the afternoon, Nolan Davis still made a phone call.
