Still smiling, he noticed Mia Ginger's swollen face, and the smile froze on his face.
In a heavy voice, he asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
"It's nothing."
"Who hit you?" Dallas Taylor looked at her, and anger suddenly flared up.
Mia Ginger remained silent and spoke to Bob Ginger, "I'm fine, you should go back. I'll just buy some ointment for the swelling later."
"Sis."
Bob Ginger looked at her, feeling like there were still a thousand things he wanted to say, unwilling to leave.
"Really, it's nothing, go on, go on." Mia Ginger forced a smile at him.
Bob Ginger was being pushed away, one hand hanging at his side involuntarily clenched into a fist, he turned his head to look at her, refusing to leave.
"Go on."
Dallas Taylor said to him, reassuringly, "I'll take her to the hospital."
Bob Ginger was stunned, then looked at Mia Ginger again.
"What are you worried about, I can handle this," Dallas Taylor added.