Maria frowned, her voice quivering as she pulled the shard of glass out of her daughter’s hands.
“Baby girl, please.” She pleaded, her eyes bloodshot red. Damian pocketed his hands, pursing his lips as he observed Kiara. She was an absolute bloody mess and guilt washed over him as he stepped closer to him, concern filled in his eyes.
“You’ve hurt yourself, darling.” He mumbled, rushing to the cabinet to grab a first aid kit. He quickly took out absorbent cotton and placed it on her palm.
Kiara fell onto the chair behind exasperatedly as she groaned. Her hand ached badly and it was still bleeding a lot.
She pressed cotton wool full of spirit on her palm, wincing as the alcoholic liquid seeped into her cut. She was now just realizing how stupid her reaction was. It’d take a while for the
