"What happened?" Noah rushed over, looking at Sarah's bleeding hand.
"I'm sorry." Sarah looked pale, her eyes glancing towards a corner. "I dropped the vase."
"Vase?" Noah's eyes followed Sarah's gaze. "Ah, never mind the vase. How did you hurt your hand?" He held her hand and checked. The broken pieces of the vase must have pierced into her palm and caused the wound.
Noah sighed. "Wait here, let me get the emergency kit." He stepped out of the room only to meet Lynda, who was smiling in front of the room.
"Care to introduce your mother to the girl that you try your best to hide from me?" Lynda said, her eyes trying their best to catch a glimpse of Sarah.
Noah pulled the door closed behind him and glared at Lynda. "Enough. I think I've given you more than enough time to play, just go back home," he said, heading to the end of the hallway and pulling open a drawer from the cabinet there.
