Thomas Fisher did not leave; instead, he crouched down beside Alice Turner and reached out to take some tissues from the box she had grabbed, starting to wipe the spilled milk on the floor.
He, he...
Alice glanced at the man squatting next to her from the corner of her eye and sighed softly, not loud enough to hear. She didn't tell him to leave again; instead, she picked up tissues and joined him in cleaning up the mess.
She thought to herself, let's clean up the mess on the floor quickly, so he can leave sooner.
"Ah!"
Distracted, Alice accidentally grabbed some glass shards, and the sudden pain in her hand made her cry out.
Hearing her painful cry, Thomas's heart wrenched abruptly, realizing something was wrong, he immediately leaned in, "Where are you hurt?"
In the instant he leaned closer, he saw her left hand bleeding, and his brows furrowed sharply.
"How can you be so careless?"
