"I'm fine, don't worry." Aria Sterling shook her head and smiled at Damian Xavier. But in her heart, she was still mulling over what Tristan Xavier had just said.
Damian Xavier nodded. All that mattered was that Aria Sterling was okay. "This is all my fault. Let me clean this up."
Aria Sterling pointed to the broken porcelain shards on the floor. She wanted to be left alone to compose herself. Besides, she was the one who had shattered them.
As she spoke, she was about to squat down and pick up the shards. The moment Damian Xavier saw this, he quickly grabbed her hand.
"What do you think you're doing? What if you cut those soft, delicate hands of yours? And are the house staff just for decoration?" Damian Xavier's voice grew a little louder on the last sentence.
The moment Damian Xavier finished speaking, a servant appeared with a broom. Damian nodded in satisfaction, then led Aria Sterling into his study. He settled her onto the sofa and poured her a glass of water.
