Amelia's cries suddenly stopped in shock, and she abruptly lifted her head, her eyes full of terror looking towards the doorway.
A man's slender hand gripped the edge of the door, his tall figure appearing in her line of sight.
As soon as she recognized his face, Amelia snapped back to reality, grabbed something from the shelf, and hurled it at him, "Get lost, you b*stard! Get out!"
Mr. Cooper, who hadn't even had time to assess the situation, almost got his nose and face bruised from the throw, "..."
He didn't move, simply allowing the woman to continue pelting objects at him. His sharp eyes scanned her body without a trace of affection, conveying nothing but worry and urgency.
Upon entering, he had seen blood stains all over the floor, leaving his mind blank and his eyes blurred. It took him quite some time to locate her wound.
Finally, when Amelia had run out of things to throw and calmed down a little, he quickly approached her, bending over to forcefully lift her up.
