Afterward, without waiting for Qianxue to respond, the caregiver's tone softened as she bowed slightly and said to the woman on the recliner, "Madam, may I take you back to your room now? The wind has picked up outside, and I'm afraid you might catch a chill."
Qianxue's delicate brows furrowed, unable to understand what the caregiver meant. She was merely passing by; there was no mention of an accident. Perhaps the caregiver was overreacting. But the woman on the recliner blinked her long eyelashes, signaling for the caregiver to push her back to the room as if she were tired.
"Alright, madam. I'll take you back right now." The caregiver lifted the recliner slightly and shot a warning glance at Qianxue, then proceeded to push the woman away.
