Matthew was deeply hurt.
When Eliza arrived at the hospital with the others, she saw Matthew, who was depressed.
"What happened to him?"
Eliza put down her bag and looked at Matthew. His resentment was so heavy that it was hard to not notice him.
Beau was very dissatisfied. He raised his injured hand in front of Eliza.
"You only care about others. Why don't you ask about your husband's injury first?"
Seeing this, Eliza quickly comforted him. "I was wrong, I was wrong."
"Why are you injured? How's your injury? Is it serious?"
The corners of Mr. Valentine's lips curled up slightly. When he saw that Eliza's attention had been diverted to him, he put his hand behind his back proudly.
"It's nothing. It's just a minor injury."
Eliza quickly went forward and grabbed his hand. She carefully looked at the gauze with faint bloodstains and frowned very tightly.
