"Don't leave until I figure out what's going on with your hand."
"So what if you figure it out? You're very strange now. You never care about my business. What do you want to do now? Leave me alone." Cicely raised her right hand. Although there was no blood on it, but the hole in her palm could been seen clearly. "Look at this hole. This hand is broken. Do you know? Even if you find the person who hurt me, what can you do? My hand is still broken!"
Her hand was broken and nothing could be changed.
Field looked at her hand, and felt painful.
Cicely looked coldly at Field and wondered why Field couldn't understand the truth that it was no use crying over split milk.
However, before she could leave, Field grabbed her wrist and said, "That's impossible. You're lying to me. I'll call the d
