"You want to walk slowly? And then limp into your room?" Wilson grunted, silencing her.

Feeling embarrassed, Clara chewed on her bottom lip, her cheeks red.

Wilson probably carried her only because he was annoyed by her walking speed. Or maybe he was sympathetic. It had been very long since she had felt such a sense of security while being so close to him and in his arms.

Wilson carried Clara into the house and carefully placed Clara on the sofa in the living room. He ordered the maid, "Go and bring the medicine box. Also, call Mandy over to take a look at my wife's foot."

"Yes," the maid responded and hurriedly left to find Mandy.

The other helpers in the living room watched Wilson and Clara's interaction with some surprise. Meanwhile, the helper who had refused Clara's request for a medicine box before had a look of fear on her face.

The helper became worried, afraid Clara would tell Wilson about her refusal, causing her to lose her job. Although she was just a maid working fo