Sofia Hamilton winced in pain and tried to pull her hand back, but he didn't let go and instead gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her out with him.
"Let me go."
"Where are you taking me?"
Her hand was injured; where was he taking her...
As Sofia was protesting, he had already dragged her into the living room and domineeringly pulled her to sit down.
She looked at him, puzzled, only to see him bend over and retrieve a first-aid kit from beneath the coffee table.
His movements were quick and skilled, as he had already dabbed cotton with antiseptic, grabbed her hand again, and pressed the cotton gently onto her hand.
The sting made her want to withdraw her hand, but he held her wrist firmly, preventing her from pulling away, and pressed the clean cotton onto it again.
"Even this simple thing you couldn't do right..."
He frowned as he said this.
His tone seemed disdainful, yet not as forceful as before.
It was more like a helpless sigh...
