"That must be Rachel," Natalie murmured with a faint smile, closing the fridge. "I'll go get the door so you can accept her apologies." She gave a slight bow before turning to leave, heading to answer the door.
Raymond remained seated, confused by Natalie's sudden change in behavior. He couldn't decipher whether she was genuinely pleased by Rachel's change or equally skeptical like him.
"Jesus, Rachel, what happened to you?" Natalie's concerned voice echoed through the room, and he quickly rose from his seat to see what was happening.
As he entered the living room, his eyes immediately trailed Rachel's bruised face, seeing her lips were slightly cut, with a faint smudge of blood.
His brow furrowed in concern as he approached her. "Rachel, what happened to you?"
