Unnecessary Worries

Reginald turned to Chloe, "You should head home, Chloe."

Chloe's lips pursed slightly, displaying some reluctance. Nevertheless, she stood up, saying, "Dear Arabella, please don't be upset. Reggie and I were just having dinner, and George can vouch for that."

George, sitting nearby, nearly rolled his eyes. What began as a simple meal of shrimp had turned into a feast of voyeuristic delights, with Chloe personally feeding Reggie soup and water.

Seeing no one insisting she stay, Chloe reached for her coat draped over the chair. As she lifted it, the hem knocked over a teacup at the table, shattering it into pieces.

Quickly bending down to collect the shards, the sharp edge cut her fingertip, and blood immediately began to flow. She cried out in pain, holding her finger, tears streaming down her face. Her fingertips trembled. She grasped the edge of the table for support, whimpering to Reginald, "It hurts so much, Reggie, can you take me to the emergency room to bandage it up?"

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