"No need to trouble yourself, Young Master Perkins."
Aaron Perkins tugged at his lips, "It's my duty."
Travis Miller's long eyes narrowed slightly, "There should be nothing here that you need to be doing."
Aaron raised an eyebrow, withdrew his hand, and then looked at Abigail Hemsworth, "Do you need me to stay here with you?"
Abigail glanced at him, "Aren't you feeling worse than I am now? Just leave, your presence here is irritating."
Aaron's gaze on her deepened suddenly.
Seeing this, Travis Miller's expression darkened considerably.
Sensing the thick hostility emanating from Travis, Aaron withdrew his gaze.
"Since you're worried about me, I can't keep you worrying, so I'll leave first. You have my contact info; I'm available anytime you call."
"Alright."
Abigail responded absent-mindedly.
In her current state, she didn't have the energy to deal with him.
The pain from her foot was making her feel like she might pass out.
