REID
“Let him cry!” My voice held the power.
She was confused, trying to read my eyes.
“Rylan doesn't need your care!” My words put her confusion on the edge.
She gazed at my grip that was clutching her delicate wrist.
“What are you doing?” Her tone was off.
“Rylan is a grown man. He can take care of himself.” Words came out of my mouth.
She sighed.
The moment I became sure that she agreed to my words, my grip freed her wrist. The strong grip left a bangle-like red mark around on her smooth skin.
“Don't go!” Rylan started mumbling again.
Yuri stood on her feet and walked over to me. Her hands gently pushed my wheelchair towards the kitchen.
“Why are you taking me to the kitchen?” My voice asked.
She didn't answer.
Upon reaching the kitchen, her hands locked the door from insi
