"Just mistook you for someone else." The man in the wheelchair responded to him indifferently.
Alexander Winslow had prepared a bunch of gossip to ask about, but he didn't expect to be completely blocked by that one sentence.
Finding it utterly boring, Alexander dropped the topic, lowered his face, and continued to check on his leg injury.
The two of them stayed in the lounge for quite a while, and when they came out, it had already been an hour.
When the door opened, Summer Sutton was still standing outside.
Alexander was surprised to see her again.
Summer ignored him, her gaze floated past him to the man in the wheelchair behind him.
Staring at his leg, her worry was evident.
She wanted to inquire about the situation, but the man in the wheelchair casually said two words to Alexander, "Let's go!"
He seemed to not notice Summer standing beside him, quietly wheeling himself forward.
This aloofness left Summer's mind somewhat blank.
