Crawling on the floor, she grabbed her phone and put it to her ear.
"Ivana... Ivana... answer me, answer me... don't be scared of me, answer the phone quickly..."
On the other end, Lucas Walker continued calling her name incessantly.
Catching her breath, Ivana Bennett sat dejectedly on the ground, putting her phone to her ear.
"Don't worry, I'm okay."
Hearing her voice, Lucas Walker's heart, which had been in his mouth, finally sank back to its original place.
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Tell the truth."
"Really, I'm not."
"Really not?"
Ivana Bennett leaned against the wall behind her, looking at the lock of her hair on the ground.
"I only lost a small lock of hair and my newly purchased fabric, which made the whole afternoon a waste... but it's not too bad, my design drafts weren't damaged, otherwise, I would have had to redraw them..."
She was slightly panting, but her voice sounded quite relaxed.
