Grace obediently extended her injured hand for him to see.
Seeing the scars on her hand, Quintus's brows furrowed slightly, "How did this happen? Bullied by other kids?"
Grace hesitated for a moment, then vigorously shook her head.
Not bullied? Quintus was puzzled, "Then what happened?"
Grace picked up her paintbrush again and carefully wrote a word in her notebook, "fall."
"Fell down?" Quintus confirmed with her as he saw the word she wrote.
Grace nodded.
Quintus breathed a sigh of relief, then touched the injured area, "Did the teacher apply medicine for you?"
Grace nodded again.
Quintus nodded and glanced at her delicate white hand, saying, "This wound won't heal in a few days. It still needs medication. Daddy will help you, okay?"
Grace didn't refuse.
Quintus immediately squ
