The woman tried to stand up again and fell with a sharp wince, and she glanced at them tearfully through hooded lashes: "What should I do?"
"It seems that I have twisted my ankle."
She held her hands to her face, "The road is too far. I can't walk home from here injured."
She still glanced in Selwynn's direction, and the meaning in her words couldn't be more obvious.
Anson placed one hand in his pockets and leaned down to observe her carefully. He then nodded and straightened up.
"It really does seem to be sprained."
He tilted his head carelessly, "Should we call an ambulance for you?"
The woman paused reflexively and almost sneered, calling an ambulance for a sprained foot. Does she look like the princess with a pea?
Dead straight, man.
It was obvious she was looking for comfort.
However, on the surface, she just shook her head, "No, I don't want to cause any more trouble."
