Forcibly Took Advantage of The Young Girl
Not long after, the old lady woke up. When she saw the bandage on Cynthia's wrist, she was somewhat surprised. "How did you get injured?" In the midst of speaking, the old lady subtly glanced at Tristan Ford, her eyes filled with complexity.
Could it be that this brat forcibly took advantage of the young girl?
Cynthia smiled playfully, "I accidentally scratched it while breaking the flower pot just now. Grandma, there's no need to worry."
"That's good." The old lady nodded thoughtfully, suddenly grabbing her hand with a kind smile on her face. "Since you're injured, why don't you stay here tonight?"
Tristan's eyebrow twitched slightly, and he timely added, "It's raining outside, and it probably won't stop tonight."
"Cynthia, your body hasn't fully recovered yet, so you definitely shouldn't get wet in the rain. And now that you're injured again, it would be terrible if it gets infected." The old lady said earnestly.