Stephen cared most about his face—today Eva had made Stephen lose face, so he definitely wouldn't let her go easily. Only by producing some blood would she be able to shut him up. Otherwise, Stephen's fury would never end.
As expected, seeing that Eva had lost so much blood, although Stephen was still extremely furious, he did not continue to make her life difficult. "I'll get you to the hospital!"
With a pale face and miserable look, Eva shook her head. "There's a first aid kit at home—I'll take care of it. Going to the hospital now will only invite speculations by the media—I've already made father lose so much face, I naturally can't implicate you further."
Saying which, she hung her head, feeling hurt, and started tearing non-stop. Her shaky, unsteady body was like a flower which had weathered a storm, swaying and wavering weakly, almost withering, but stubbornly displaying its last beauty.
