Chapter 17

Emily's voice was icy and direct. "I have other matters to attend to. Just credit my account with the commission."

With that, she cut off communication with Toy. He glanced at her wounded arm with concern and his frustration evident.

At midnight, Emily returned home, barely managing to open the door. As soon as she stepped inside, she collapsed to the floor, exhausted. Suddenly, a strong arm supported her waist. She wanted to see who was helping her, but her eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Just before she lost consciousness, she thought she heard a sigh. When she woke up again, she found that her wound had been expertly bandaged. She managed to sit up, change into pajamas, and slowly made her way downstairs. As she descended, she heard noises coming from the kitchen.

As she approached, she saw Oliver emerging with a bowl of chicken soup. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw Emily. He quickly set the soup down and hurried to her side.