Just as Seraphina Quinn finished speaking, Elias Sommers walked in from outside.
He seemed to have rushed over, likely even run, because his forehead was beaded with sweat.
The hair at his forehead was drenched with sweat.
The moment he walked in, he went straight to Seraphina Quinn and looked at her with a smile. "Getting bullied again?"
Seraphina Quinn raised an eyebrow at him, asking with some confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Elias Sommers took her hand, his voice impossibly fond.
"My mother had something come up and couldn't make it. She was worried you'd get anxious waiting, so she sent me to come find you since I was running errands nearby."
What Elias Sommers said was only half-true.
But that wasn't important.
What was important was that Elias Sommers's appearance had, to some extent, saved Seraphina Quinn.
Seraphina Quinn said to him, "Then why didn't you get here sooner? Look at me. Do I look like I *haven't* been bullied?"
