Travis Miller eventually still took the medicine bag from the coffee table upstairs.
The medicine bought by the Eldest Miss of the Hemsworth Family has never been questioned for its effectiveness.
The next day, the bruise faded quite a bit, turning into a light yellow.
He didn't have breakfast, saving himself from having to hear a few nagging words from Penelope Conner at the dining table.
However, at the school gate, Travis Miller almost bumped into Abigail Hemsworth at the same spot as yesterday.
Abigail Hemsworth handed him an insulated lunch box.
"I figured you wouldn't have the patience to sit there and endure Aunt Conner's nagging. Of course, even if you've already eaten, you have to finish this."
Every time she showed concern, her attitude was unlikable.
"Abigail Hemsworth, mind your own business."
His gaze discreetly shifted from her wrist, noting the faint marks around it.
So delicate indeed.
