"People online say she's strong with her lines, and it seems true. She curses without even taking a breath."
"Doctor Lane, who was that guy just now? He's way too handsome, right? And such a gentleman."
Grace Lane: .....
"Nora Hart————," Sheila Wendy rushed over after receiving the message, but by the time she arrived, Nora Hart was already ruined.
"Where is she injured?"
Looking over anxiously, Andrew Locke saw Wendy's flustered state and tossed out a word: "Foot."
Sheila Wendy let out a huge sigh of relief: "Thank goodness it's not the face. You wouldn't get your dad's inheritance and if you couldn't act due to ruined looks, you couldn't even afford to eat."
Nora Hart: ....
Andrew Locke: .... Quite the consolation.
"Lawyer Locke, thank you so much!"
Hearing Wendy thank Andrew Locke, Nora Hart gathered her remaining strength to point at him, trembling—for a long time—then, with a smack, her hand dropped, and she fainted.
"Doctor..."