He didn't even ask Summer Sutton how she fell; he just took one look at her and figured everything out.
Summer Sutton felt a bit embarrassed, but she was defiant.
"I was just overly happy and didn't notice what was behind me." She lifted her chin high, defending herself.
Manuel Ink didn't argue with her on this issue. He took steps toward her, bent down, and lifted her off the ground.
His actions were straightforward.
Summer Sutton's body stiffened for a moment, and she awkwardly tried to wriggle out of his arms but was tightly held by his embrace.
He brought her to the bed and settled her down, helping her check her waist, "Did you sprain it?"
"Seems like it." Summer Sutton nodded.
Manuel Ink seemed somewhat speechless with her.
"You and Grandpa make quite a pair." He gave her a disdainful look and tried to massage her waist.
Before leaving the room, he always thought Summer Sutton was covered in bruises today because of Old Master.
