When they arrived at the parking lot, Eliza was already waiting there. A hint of a smile appeared in Eliza's eyes when she saw them approach. "Did you get hurt just now?" Roseane shook her head, her expression unpleasant. "Sorry, it's all because of me, I've caused you trouble." "What are you talking about? It's never you who caused the trouble." Eliza comforted her and then looked at the tiny wound on Xander's face that had been cut by the edge of the elevator. "Mr. and Mrs. Comtois, please get in the car first. Xander, sit with us. I'll treat the wound on your face later." Xander touched his face and said in a cold tone, "No need..." This little injury was nothing to him. However, Roseane said, "Go ahead." Xander still wanted to say something, but he saw his sister's guilty eyes. He paused and finally nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Valentine." "Don't call me Mrs. Valentine. Just call me Eliza." Eliza rubb
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