Angelica forced out a sob. "Dad, Young Master Foster is such a distinguished figure—how could I possibly deserve his help? Just take me to the hospital. I can manage…"
Joe hesitated. "Angelica…"
"Who said Young Master Foster refused?"
Selina flashed a sly smile. "He's actually quite kind. Since a life's on the line, why not ask him before assuming anything?"
Before Joe could say a word, Aiden nodded. "Angelica's condition can't wait. Bring me my medical kit."
…What?
Joe froze—Aiden agreed? Just like that?
Wasn't Young Master Foster supposed to be cold and aloof, someone who never intervened unless absolutely necessary? And he didn't even know Angelica—why would he help?
But now wasn't the time for questions. "Thank you, Young Master Foster!"
Angelica was cursing Joe in her head—this idiot! No way. Absolutely not!
"Dad, even if Young Master Foster is here, this place isn't equipped like a hospital. I'd really rather go…"
