Monica held her phone tightly.
"I'm sorry, Monica. I might be selfish. I might–"
"I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself so much," Monica comforted her nervously.
Michael was silent on the other end of the phone.
He seemed to be suffering.
"Don't think too much about it. First, stabilize your power. I'll know how to handle the matter between Finn and me."
"Thank you, Monica," Michael said with a heavy tone.
Monica said, "I won't take any more of your time at work. I'll hang up now."
"Monica," Michael called her.
"Hm?"
"Can we have dinner together tonight?"
"I'm still feeling a little unwell," Monica refused.
"I just want to make up for what I owe you–"
Monica thought for a moment. "Alright, let's have dinner together tonight."
"I'll pick you up."
"No need. I've gone to the hospital to remove my cast today, so I'm alright now. Give me the address, and I'll come over."
