A small gasp escaped me as blood instantly soaked through my pant leg.
Despite that, Sacha’s face twisted in annoyance, not concern. “That's karma for you. You shouldn’t have been snooping through anyone's phone.”
“I wasn’t snooping, and I’m not blaming you,” I said quietly, pressing a piece of cloth to the wound. But blood seeped through it rapidly; it was deeper than I thought. I might have to go to the hospital in this state.
Realizing the time, I dialed my boss to request a day off as I certainly would not make it in time and needed to rest. On the other hand, Sacha hovered uncertainly nearby before finally offering to take me to the hospital. Since the wound was still bleeding, it wasn't wise to move much, so I didn’t refuse.
With Sacha's help, I limped toward the car and opened the passenger door, only to see a man’s bag sitting prominently on the seat.
Errol's POV
In my peripheral vision, I saw Sacha’s expression faltered. She then opened her mouth to explain, but I quietly shut the car door and slipped into the back seat without a word.