Matthew, who was walking up ahead, stopped when he heard the sounds.
He turned around and saw Eleanor stumbling down the slope.
She rolled five or six times before her massive bag blocked her from rolling any further.
"Aah! T-That was scary!"
Eleanor remained on the ground as she looked up at the haughty man standing further up. He had his arms crossed as he surveyed her with an indifferent expression.
She stretched her pale arm out and waved at him. "It hurts so much, Master. I can't get up. Come and help me."
"You can still scream and move just fine, so I don't think there's anything wrong with you."
He then checked his watch. "I'm giving you one minute to come back up here, or I'm leaving without you."
Matthew had no patience for any woman besides Veronica.
His response nearly made Eleanor forget that she was trying to put on a pitiful act. She almost jumped to her feet at once.
However, to make her act seem more believable, she did her best to plead, "Oh, no! Master, my ankle… My ankle got twisted! It really hurts. Can you come down and help me up?"
"You have 40 seconds left. Are you sure you're not coming?"
Matthew didn't move at all. He had no intention of helping her.
"My ankle hurts so badly… Boohoo, you're too heartless, Master…" Eleanor cried in anger and grievance.
How can there be a man who doesn't fall in love with me?! How despicable!
"If you don't wish to leave, then go right ahead and stay there. It'll save me a lot of trouble if you die." Matthew did not have the patience to stick around and wait for her.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and carried on walking.
He didn't even hesitate or turn back to check on her.
He walked away without a care in the world.
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