Chloe Grant was panic-stricken on the spot!
And because she was too flustered, she couldn't put her hand down to cover it.
She was so frantic she didn't know how to place her hands and moved so vigorously she almost flipped over several times.
"Don't move!" Matthew Morgan pressed her shoulder down.
Looking at the wound on her back, as if it had been stitched up, now oozing with beads of blood, with a lot of dried blood nearby.
Obviously, the wound had split open from before, but she had been enduring it.
"If it hurts, why didn't you say anything?"
When he spoke, his voice carried a restrained feeling, making it sound quite hoarse.
Chloe Grant paused, for a moment, she thought it was Lucas Morgan.
However, she was now very sure that beside her was Uncle Morgan, whom she was scared of yet felt cowardly around.
"I... I didn't want to worry Grandma." Chloe Grant explained softly.
She felt wronged herself.
When she threw the cup at Lily, the wound had already split open.
