As soon as he stepped out, George Flack saw Ivy Grant poking her head out.
"What happened in the kitchen? Is Mommy injured?"
George ruffled Ivy's hair with a smile and said, "Yes, your mommy hurt her hand, and the lady inside is helping your mommy take care of the wound."
"Ah, she's hurt, but how serious is it?" Ivy couldn't help but glare at George. How could he seem so indifferent?
"I'm not trying to criticize you, but you don't seem to take it seriously at all. Mommy's hand is injured, and you're still smiling about it."
What could George do? He wanted to show concern but didn't have the chance!
"Don't go on at me! Besides, the injury on your mommy's hand isn't serious. If you're worried, go in and take a look."
This? Ivy had realized the situation was serious, but she had not anticipated it being this serious.
"Dad, tell me the truth, what exactly is going on with Mommy right now?"
