Lance frowned, reminding Yvette of the dream she had in the daytime.
In the dream, he was cold as he was now as he told her to abort the baby.
Her heart pounded as she explained, "I might have eaten something bad. Let me grab some rest, and then I will be all right."
Lance frowned. It was hard to tell if he was suspicious.
In her nervousness, she bit her lip and shouted, "It hurts."
Lance unfolded her palm. In her fair-skinned and tender palm, there were a few scratches, which were shocking.
He frowned. "You didn't dress the wounds?"
Yvette didn't know there were scratches on her palm. She should have had the scratches when she fell in the daytime. Then at the thought of what happened back then, Yvette was low again.
Noticing she was pale, Lance carried her up by the waist and placed her on the sofa. Then he brought the medicine box over.
Half kneeling, Lance cleaned her wounds gently.
