David Flinch noticed Eden Frank's neck and a bloody wound on his wrist.
After associating all these, he was suspicious: "What on you...is she doing it?"
Eden Frank raised his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk about it too much.
David Flinch understood now.
... ok.
What a petite man.
He stretched out his hand, just about to take the woman in his arms.
Eden Frank took a step back suddenly, "I'll send her to the ward first, you will remember to go there later."
David Flinch caught the void with both hands.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
But he quickly reacted, "Okay."
"By the way." He asked again: "Do you need some medicine for your wrist injury?"
That girl looked thin and weak, but she was quite ruthless in her mouth.
"No need." The man turned around and strode towards the ward.
In the ward, Eden Frank threw Elsa Hebert on the bed.