Scarlett had just finished asking when she felt a sudden tightness at her waist. She froze for a moment, then looked up to see Matthew Saxon's very displeased expression.
Before George could open his mouth, Matthew answered for him, "He's perfectly fine. Even if he were sick, he'd go to the hospital on his own."
The tone was odd, with a faint sourness seeping through no matter how you listened.
If it weren't for the fact that the person in question was George, Scarlett would have suspected Matthew was actually jealous.
George lowered his head even further. "Young Master, the car is ready."
Matthew nodded, tugged the milk-tea-colored hat on Scarlett's head a bit lower until both ears were completely covered, then picked her up and headed out.
Once outside, the wind was quite strong.
