Her face was also a bit pale, not knowing if it was due to pain or nausea.
"Are you alright?" Enna Clark glanced disapprovingly at Baron Lawrence and politely asked Miranda Lewis.
Miranda forced a smile, "I'm fine."
Then she said to Baron Lawrence, "Mr. Lawrence, thank you for helping me up."
Enna frowned but didn't say anything, stepping forward to ask her, "By the way, do you know where the medicine box in the room is? I'll help you treat the wound on your forehead."
"Umm…" Miranda wanted to get rid of her already, her eyes darted around, reluctantly she said, "I don't know, how about you help me look for it, Enna?"
"Alright."
Enna had just agreed when Baron Lawrence grabbed her wrist. His handsome face was filled with impatience, "What are you looking for? You're not a doctor. The hotel has specialized medical staff; someone will handle it if we call."
Then he said perfunctorily to Miranda, "You rest well."
