"Can you speak properly?"
"No."
Mia Ginger's tone was calm and collected, and Windsor Myres looked at her, momentarily at a loss for words.
She thought she didn't hit that hard. How did this person's face appear slightly imprinted by her fingers? But she had been angry.
However—
She realized she had indeed gone too far.
Windsor Myres softened her tone for once, hesitantly saying, "Let me help you home first, okay?"
"No need." Mia Ginger looked at her as if she were crazy.
Windsor Myres bent over to pick up the cane and, without saying a word, just like before, wrapped an arm around hers and started walking back.
Mia Ginger struggled angrily for a couple of moments, but in the end, she completely gave up.
