"Don't move," Zaiden Santos took a quick step over, holding down her shoulders.
Without any further discussion, he squatted down once more, his large hand gripping her ankle, furrowing his brows as he closely inspected her injury.
After a while, he slowly said, "Don't go to the company for the next few days, rest at home."
Ann Nolan was furious.
"I'm not so delicate that I have to skip work over a sprained ankle. It's hardly a serious injury. Moreover, I've only been at the company for a month. What does it say about a newcomer who keeps taking leaves of absence?"
She thought Zaiden was going to make a big deal out of her work again and was quite upset.
"The Santos family isn't short of food or clothes, yet you insist on traveling so far for work," Zaiden pressed down on his emotions.
"You still don't understand me."
Ann felt utterly helpless, with a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes.
