Breaking his leg was a stroke of bad luck, but looking at this little face, he felt as if his life of hardship had been suddenly brightened. "You're welcome. I'm fine..."
"What do you mean, 'fine'? You nearly got yourself killed to save her..." Hanson burst into the room, his voice harsh. He glared at the little girl, instantly shattering the atmosphere. "Flynn Lynch, are you insane? From that height? If you hadn't been lucky, you could have ended up a quadriplegic..."
The little girl, frightened by his stone-cold expression, scurried to hide by Flynn Lynch's side. Her big eyes were wide with terror. "He's so, so mean..."
Seeing her cling to him, Flynn Lynch felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. He quickly stroked her soft hair, reassuring her, "It's okay, don't be scared. This big brother here just talks tough, but he has a soft heart... If he hadn't grabbed you, you might have fallen too..."
