CHAPTER 52
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Jeffery ignored the total silence in the hall and dusted the suit he was wearing before straightening it. He then behaved as if nothing had happened just now and walked up to Steve, who was still kneeling in bafflement as he massaged his wrist.

"Are you alright?" Jeffery asked in a calm tone, completely oblivious to Bob, who was staring at him in utter shock.

Steve, who never imagined that Jeffery was this strong, couldn't help but swallow hard as he replied, "I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine," Jeffery replied. "Your wrist seems to have dislocated."

"How—" Steve wanted to ask, but then he remembered that Jeffery used to run a small clinic before. So he kept shut and nodded instead while saying, "It's just a small injury. I'll be fine."

"No, you won't be fine," Jeffery said as he grabbed Steve's hand without waiting for the man's permission. "I need to make sure you're fine, seeing how you stood up for me earlier."

"No, everything is absolutely fine," Steve said with a slight smi
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