My father's stunned voice made my eyes widen, and my heart began to pound rapidly, as if it wanted to leap out of my chest.
Desperate to find something to explain the blood I had likely left on the floor, my gaze landed on the knife. I grabbed it quickly, cut my finger a little, then pressed a cloth against it before rushing out.
"I'm sorry, Father. I was careless with the knife," I said, getting on my knees to clean up the mess.
Suddenly, I sensed Emett standing next to me.
"Corinna, show me your wound!"
I wanted to shout at him to leave me alone, but I took a deep breath and glanced at him.
"It's nothing."
"Corinna, it needs to be disinfected," he insisted, turning to my father, who was staring at me oddly.
"Arthur, do you have something strong?"
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