"No, no, no... There's no need, don't trouble yourself. I'll handle it when I get home." In front of her idol, Grace Wilson had a particularly good temper.
"How could that be okay?" Ophelia Wilson chuckled and said, "The coffee shop over there is owned by a friend of mine. There's something inside, let me take you to have a look."
"No, no... It's too much trouble..." Grace waved her hands repeatedly, afraid of causing trouble for her idol.
"How about, we just go to the hospital?" Ophelia asked with a smile, "I can't just leave you like this, my conscience wouldn't allow it."
How could an idol be so nice?
Grace was so touched, she was about to cry.
Seeing her idol standing in the blazing sun, waiting for her to make a choice, Grace decisively chose the nearest coffee shop.
Fortunately, there was a first aid kit here, and Ophelia skillfully took care of Grace's scratches in no time.
"Don't worry, I've been specially trained for this." Ophelia smiled to ease Grace's nervousness.
