Maeve Lane was taken aback for a moment, looking at Henry Hughes's profile as she spoke, "It's just a minor injury."
"How can this be a minor injury? Look at how swollen your leg is!" Henry Hughes said with a very serious tone, "If you don't pay attention, it could become a chronic problem."
She originally wanted to retort, but Henry Hughes's expression was so anxious that she couldn't find the words, so she comforted him, "It's fine, it'll be okay in a while."
In Henry Hughes's arms, Maeve Lane's calf was now exposed. Her black trousers made her legs look particularly white, so much so that in the sunlight, the glare was almost blinding, making the glaring bloodstains even more conspicuous.
What wasn't a very serious injury now seemed somewhat alarming.
Julian Fairchild saw this and a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes; he followed Henry Hughes.
