Isaac's gaze briefly landed on Sandra's wrist. There was a slight red bruise on Sandra's right wrist, creating a feeling of guilt inside her. He was too lost in his thoughts, in his hatred for his father's extended family, that he didn't even realize he was venting it out on Sandra.
His hand compressed the bruise around Sandra's wrist, which he did to remove the bruise. But just as she had just put the ice pack on Sandra's right wrist, the young woman pulled her hand away from Isaac.
"Don't. Just let them be."
Sandra's eyes seemed to be filled with an enthusiastic gleam as she looked at the former grip. He raised an eyebrow, frowning in confusion when he heard Sandra's words just now.
What the hell is she talking about? Isaac grumbled inwardly.
