"Is it possible for you to stay a bit longer?" Slate asked Amethyst.
It was already dark outside, seven in the evening, Slate had just clocked out.
"I have nothing else to do, it is fine," Amethyst replied.
Her eyes were red and was a bit shy when Slate entered.
But he seemed to already know that she had cried because nothing changed in him.
"Then, I'll just go home to get some clothes of hers. And sis, You will be staying here for a week, it is to check on you," he looked at Scarlet and said.
Scarlet pouted before sighing, "Geez, hospital again. Fine, I think I can live with it."
Slate nodded his head and looked at Amethyst saying goodbye before he started leaving the room.
"Oh by the way, I think you didn't but I still want to inform you that miss Clara Thompson came here earlier and said that you sent her to take care of me, trying to send Amethyst away," Scarlet before Slate could leave the room.
