Until Stella Nelson shook her twice, Scarlett Yates seemed to come back to her senses, slowly lifting her head to meet Stella's concerned gaze. She hesitated, then gently shook her head, "I'm fine."
The moment she spoke, her voice was unbelievably hoarse, as if she had a severe cold.
"You say you're fine, but your voice is hoarse and you look terrible. Let me take you to the lounge to sit for a while."
Stella had already heard that Matthew Saxon was sent to the hospital.
However, she only knew that Matthew Saxon was in a coma when he was brought in; she wasn't clear on the exact cause.
"No, I'll wait here." Scarlett's voice was soft, but her tone was resolute.
Stella knew her personality, so she didn't try to persuade her further. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait with you. I'll go get you a cup of hot water first. You're so cold, have some hot water to warm up."
"You're staying with me? Won't it disrupt your work?"
