"It's nothing."
Standing up, Flossie Wright's tone was slightly cool as she removed the helping hand, but her expression softened considerably.
As long as she could stand, she didn't need to rely on others.
Mariana Buck withdrew her hand, looking at them indifferently, without any statement.
Meanwhile, the gazes around them were gradually drawn over.
Flossie Wright frowned slightly.
"What are you doing standing around here? Why aren't you practicing?!"
Suddenly, a somewhat stern voice came through. Rowdy Brightwill strode over, frowning at them as he spoke.
"Reporting to the Instructor, Flossie Wright's injuries are too severe!"
Belinda Nichols stood up straight, her gaze towards Rowdy Brightwill neither servile nor overbearing, her words clear and forceful.
Looking up, Rowdy Brightwill's gaze swept toward Flossie Wright, his face still expressionless and serious.
