Leona Grant nodded and skillfully took out disinfectant from the first-aid kit. Mrs. Grant glanced at her focused son, then turned away in satisfaction.
Once Mrs. Grant and Ashley Grant were a safe distance away, Annabelle Linton coldly snatched her hand back. "Go eat. You don't have to worry about me."
Leona Grant froze for a moment, his brow furrowing. He took her hand again. "Let me treat it. The cut is deep and it's still bleeding. If you don't take care of it properly, it'll leave a scar."
He then carefully took out some medicinal powder and gently sprinkled it on her hand. The somber, focused look on his face gave Annabelle a strange, mistaken impression.
'Is he actually worried about me?'
'How ridiculous.'
"You can stop the act." Annabelle Linton snatched her hand back again, a mocking smirk on her lips. "There's no one else here, Leona Grant."
It took a moment for Leona Grant to understand.
'She thinks I'm acting?!'
'Damn it!'
