Chapter 416

Recalling the scene when the doctor had stitched Bruce's wound, I was at a loss for words. Bruce had gotten injured while saving me, so I had to be smart about it. "Ms. Fisher is here, Mr. Harold." John's voice snapped me back to reality. "And she brought some pastries." It was just something I had grabbed on the way. But John made it seem like I had gone out of my way to bring a gift. Dressed in casual wear, Bruce was sitting under on the couch with a book in hand. He slightly glanced at us when he heard the commotion, then quickly returned to his reading. I walked over and awkwardly glanced at him. "Are you feeling better, Mr. Harold?" Bruce merely hummed. "Have a seat, Ms. Fisher." John pointed at the wooden chair beside Bruce. "I'll go prepare some tea for you." Only Bruce and I were left there. Looking at the darkening sky outside, my fingers twitched. "Cedric came to apologize this morning. He said he received some photos and claimed you were the one who sent them." Bruce