"I said I won't drink it!" This time, Percy Stanton didn't try to grab the cup. Instead, he raised his hand directly and opened Isabel Smith's hand.
He was feeling uncomfortable deep down, so his temper was not good. The force exerted by his anger was somewhat strong, and he pushed Isabel off balance.
Afterwards, Percy lifted the quilt and covered his head again.
Isabel, holding the bowl of medicine in one hand, couldn't stand stably and spilled it all over her neck.
She was wearing a low-cut top, and the temperature of the medicinal juice was very high. The scalding pain made her shiver, loosening her grip, and the bowl fell to the ground.
Percy heard the sound and lifted the quilt, turning his head to see Isabel lowering her head and bending down to pick up the medicinal bowl.
Her long hair just happened to cover her neck, so Percy didn't see the scald marks.
He frowned and said, "Don't bother picking it up. Let the caregiver deal with it later."