"Oh my God… are you hurt? You need to go to a hospital!"
"There's a cut on my hand, Mom, but it's nothing serious. I'm in a safe place now. Please try to stay calm, okay?"
His mother paused for a few seconds, then replied softly, "Next time, be more careful, Alaric. Just stay where you are. I've already sent some of your staff to come get you. Donny said he's on his way to help too."
"Okay, Mom."
After ending the call, Alaric set his phone on the table and turned his attention to the food that was just being served.
As he sipped his tea, he glanced at the woman running the small food stall, busy serving other customers. Even though the place was crowded, she looked over at him several times to make sure he was alright.
While Alaric was eating, the woman came over again. "I've called the doctor at the local clinic. He's on his way here to treat your wound. No need for you to go anywhere."
