Anna's POV
Peter shifted uncomfortably, his professional demeanor cracking under my scrutiny. "Miss Shaw, Mr. Murphy specifically asked me not to worry you with unnecessary details."
"I'm already worried," I snapped, gesturing at his injured arm. "Spill it.
Now."
He sighed in defeat. "Mr. Murphy wasn't attacked. He's completely fine."
Relief flooded through me so intensely my knees nearly buckled. "He wasn't hurt?"
"No, Miss Shaw. Mr. Murphy is uninjured." Peter's voice softened slightly. "He didn't want you to know because he thought you'd blame yourself, given that he was out getting your favorite dessert."
The relief was quickly replaced by confusion and concern. "Then what happened to you?"
Peter shrugged his good shoulder, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just some street thugs. They kicked me once, causing a minor fracture. It's nothing serious."
"Nothing serious?" I stared at him incredulously. "Someone attacked you and you call that nothing serious?
