Gerald Bennett had his ventilator removed in the evening and was still very weak, but his consciousness had become clear. Mollie Jones asked him what exactly happened at the time, but he was evasive and refused to speak.
Mollie Jones was both anxious and angry, "Why did Young Master Allen hit you?"
"Just stop asking."
Gerald Bennett closed his eyes, unwilling to talk any further.
Mollie Jones knew him well; he was not someone who liked to stir up trouble. Normally, he was even a bit timid and wouldn't get into physical fights with others.
"Is there something you can't tell me?"
Gerald Bennett breathed with difficulty, his head wrapped in bandages, inhaling less and exhaling more, "It's nothing, just a small friction. We exchanged a few words and acted impulsively."
