When Nia Mitchell saw the scene, she wanted to rush over and give her two kicks.
Screw your twisted ankle, what are your feet made of?
Perfectly fine, and suddenly you have a twisted ankle? Can this lying skill be any more pathetic?
This time Nia Mitchell truly despised Anne Davidson from the bottom of her heart; this person was too tactless and totally shameless.
Maxwell Peary watched her sitting on the ground and furrowed his brows with displeasure.
Even Nia Mitchell could see that her twisted ankle excuse was fake, how could he not see it?
"Since your ankle is twisted, I'll call 911 for you."
With that, Maxwell Peary took out his phone and was about to make the call.
"No need!"
Anne Davidson instantly raised her head to speak, tears glimmering in her eyes.
"If I rest for a while, I should be fine. It's not that much trouble, Maxwell, could you carry me to the sofa on the side? I can't walk anymore."
Anne Davidson pleaded pitifully.
Nia Mitchell: ......
Screw you!
