"No, we must prioritize the company's affairs. That's why you have to come this afternoon!"
The exclamation point felt like it was smashing into George Flack's heart. He had already spoken so humbly; why were they still so adamant?
"Aria Grant... she's sick... and I need to stay by her side to take care of her."
This time, Thomas Yates didn't respond so quickly. George frowned, unsure of what Thomas's attitude might be.
Just then, there was a sound from outside.
"George, why are you still in there? Are you not feeling better yet?"
Aria was still thinking about eating cake. George had said earlier that her refusal was because she was still angry, but now that she wasn't angry, she naturally wanted to eat more.
But George hadn't come out yet, and Aria didn't know exactly what his situation was. If he really had a severe case of diarrhea, would he need to go to the hospital?
