Russell held the flashlight and looked into the room. At a glance, he saw Chelsea kneeling on the ground in a sorry state and calling out to him with red eyes.
His heart trembled fiercely. He closed the cabin door and strode to Chelsea. He held her hand and wanted to pull her to the safety seat.
As a result, Chelsea sat on the ground and did not move.
"At this time, are you still angry with me?" he said angrily.
Chelsea said wrongly, "I'm not angry. My legs hurt. I can't move."
Russell turned on the flashlight and saw that Chelsea's legs were black and blue, all of which were marks left by the impact.
No wonder she grabbed the seat but did not sit on it. She was in so much pain that she could not stand up.
"Take it."
Russell handed the flashlight to her. Chelsea didn't keep the imp
