There was a medicine box next to him, and Enna Clark slowly moved towards it.
Unable to bear seeing her move at a tortoise-like pace, Baron Lawrence pulled her onto the bed, took her left hand, and opened the medicine box.
Unlike the roughness when treating Bobby's wounds, this time Baron Lawrence was extremely delicate, as if taking care of a priceless treasure. He dipped a cotton swab into the disinfectant alcohol bottle and, holding Enna's hand, carefully wiped the broken skin on her hand.
After disinfecting the area around the wound, he suddenly looked up, his hawk-like eyes deep and gentle. "Enna, this will hurt a bit. Bear with it."
"...Okay."
The sensation of the alcohol touching the broken skin was piercingly painful. Enna pursed her lips tightly, remaining silent.
In fact, during the years she raised Bobby alone overseas, she had suffered numerous injuries.
