Summer Sutton hid behind a stone pillar, quietly staring in the direction of the two people.
She had seen Watt Bennet stand up before; when she stayed at Watt's villa, he even climbed the stairs himself so as not to hurt his dignity.
Earlier, he had no problem standing up, although climbing stairs took a while, at least he could manage it slowly.
However, today Watt Bennet stood with the aid of a handrail, his body not fully straightened before his leg suddenly collapsed, and then his tall figure fell towards the floor.
The loud thud was somewhat muffled when it echoed in the bathroom.
Accompanied by what seemed to be a gasp of pain.
Watt's fall seemed to shock Alexander Winslow, who squatted beside him in a flurry, nervously checking his leg, "I told you I'd help, what are you showing off for? Not crippled enough?"
He cursed harshly, yet it was clear he cared a lot about Watt Bennet.
Watt ignored him, lying on the floor, cold sweat beaded heavily on his forehead.
