Chapter 147 Madam Young's Mishap

With that, I got to my feet. "Thanks for breakfast, but I've got to run," I said. Whether it was the investment project or the proof of Moore's betrayal, I was not sure if this was Idris's way of showing goodwill. Honestly, it did not matter to me anymore. "Ouch!" I stood up too fast and collided with a waitress carrying a kettle of hot water. It slipped from her grasp, and the boiling water splashed onto my arm, making me gasp from the searing pain. "Are you okay?" Idris was by my side in an instant, rolling up my sleeve to inspect the burn, his brow furrowed with concern. His quick concern and the worry etched on his usually composed face caught me off guard, stirring something unexpected inside me. I looked away, trying to downplay the burn and eager to leave. I tried to shrug him off, but as he rolled up my sleeve, I saw the angry red burn spreading across my wrist, sending waves of stinging pain up my arm. Idris's eyebrows knitted together in a flash as he scooped me up, com