Early the next morning, the news of Wendy's injury spread.

That morning, Melody called to express her concerns.

"Wendy, I heard you were injured?"

Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her injured ankle, her face was cold, but her voice was very sweet.

"It's just an accidental fall. Don't worry, Auntie."

Hearing this, Melody frowned. "How did you fall? Didn't you go to see Byron yesterday? Does he know about your injury?"

Wendy's tone was a bit awkward. "Auntie, just leave it be..."