Lena's knees were covered in blood as she knelt, unable to overcome the anxiety in her heart.
She had been paying attention to the direction where the old man was until she saw the old man go upstairs again. Only then did she take out her phone and reply to the message.
How serious was it? Did you take the medicine?
The old man pushed open the door where Hunter was, his face very serious.
"Hunter, this time you stayed at home and rested well."
Hunter leaned back on the bed and made a sound of "hmm."
The old man knew that his son had always been reticent and felt somewhat helpless. "I don't want this kind of thing to happen again, otherwise Lena won't just be simply kneeling down there," he said.
Hunter slowly clenched his hand, which was placed on the bedsheet, as he heard Lena knee
