Russell's POV
I took out the first aid kit from the bedside table and retrieved some anti-inflammatory medicine, then said, "Wait a moment. I'll get you some water."
With that, I wheeled myself downstairs to fetch water and quickly returned with a kettle.
Zoey took the medicine and sat on the edge of the bed, allowing me to rebandage her wound.
I couldn't help but ask, "Why did you hide your identity?"
Zoey turned her head to look at me and said, "That day, I was planning to confess to you, but you said you would tie me up even if you had to break my leg. I was a bit scared at that time."
I didn't expect that one sentence of mine would cost me the chance to know the truth earlier.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared you like that."
"It's okay. But I'm really sorry for not taking yo
