Olivia Ward couldn't help but laugh at those words.
She silently gave her a thumbs-up.
"Next time there's a fight, call me. Let's relive our youth!"
"With that hand of yours, don't drag me down," Charlotte Allison commented with a hint of disdain.
"Ah, your mouth is still as annoying as ever. Just you wait. Once my hand heals, we'll have a match in the ring," Olivia hooked her arm around Charlotte's shoulder, attempting a chokehold but her injured hand lacked strength.
"Tsk, coming to me only to get beaten," Charlotte teased.
"Tsk, let's see who beats whom," Olivia retorted.
They bantered for a while. Olivia stared at her old scar, sighed, and said, "This is a mark of my selfless heroics."
Her tone was a bit cheeky.
"Oh, I had an ointment that's really good for scar removal to give you, but it seems unnecessary now," Charlotte said, glancing at the scar on Olivia's hand.
