Cassia suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She must have sprained it when she stepped back abruptly.
She gritted her teeth, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, but her eyes didn't show a hint of retreat.
Seeing this, Ivor's face darkened. He quickly swept her up in his arms.
"Ivor!" Cassia exclaimed. This was the first time Ivor had actually stood up and held her.
However, perhaps because he had been in the wheelchair for too long, his steps were unsteady. Cassia could feel his whole body trembling.
He walked with great difficulty, but his eyes held an unyielding determination.
"Ivor, put me down. I can walk on my own." Cassia tried to struggle, but Ivor held her firmly in his arms.
"Don't move.
You're hurt. Let's go to the hospital first." His voice was deep and magnetic,
