Afraid She Has the Heart of a Thief but Lacks the Courage!
Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Cynthia didn't continue to inquire. The two fell into a brief silence. At this moment, the waiter brought the dishes to the table.
"Try the black truffle here," Zack pushed the dish of roasted fatty beef with black truffle in front of Cynthia.
Cynthia responded indifferently, "Thanks." As she picked up the knife and fork and raised her arm, she accidentally touched the painful area, causing her to frown.
Zack abruptly stood up and walked to Cynthia's side. "Just injured?!"
"It's nothing," Cynthia said casually. She couldn't say she was beaten by her grandfather; that would be too embarrassing.
Zack reached out, grabbing her shoulder and probing down her arm. Sensing the abnormal swelling, he frowned instantly. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital!"
"No need," Cynthia said, "It's just a minor injury."
"Come with me, right now!" Zack intended to forcibly pull Cynthia up and leave. However, a hand grasped his shoulder.