Feeling someone sit beside her, Sarah turned her head and gave Lucas a faint glance, forcing a weak smile.
"You've had a rough time.
How did you end up like this?
Why don't you go home to shower and change?
Or check into a nearby hotel?
Everyone knows how severe your cleanliness is—you must be feeling awful right now."
Lucas shook his head, his expression unreadable but his tone resolute.
"No need.
At a time like this, how can I bother with such trivialities?
Drake and I grew up together—we're as close as brothers.
While he's lying in the hospital, how could I possibly care about these things?
It's you I'm worried about.
As the host of tomorrow's jewelry gala, you can't afford to wear yourself out."
A gentle smile finally softened Sarah's pale face, a glimmer of warmth returning to her eyes.
She arched an eyebrow and replied softly, "Ever the boss—always ready to pull rank no matter the situation.
Don't worry, I've got tomorrow's event under control.
