So Olivia and I fell down at the same time. Probably out of instinct, I landed on my knees and elbows to protect my baby.
Olivia fell in the opposite direction. She landed on her butt, falling and screaming.
Her loud scream attracted Dennis and Toby.
Dennis, who still had the phone in his hand, scowled when he saw us both on the ground, and reached out to help Olivia to her feet, who was beside him.
When he came to my side, Toby had helped me up. Dennis scanned me from head to toe. He said in a low voice, "Is everything OK?"
I shook head and looked at Olivia, who was aggrieved, clutching her wrist. The back of her hand was bruised and bloody.
Avoiding Dennis’ hand to help me, I said, "Miss. Pearson is hurt. You should take her to the hospital at once."
Then I looked at Toby and said, "Can you help me sit down there?"
Toby nodded and helped me to the sofa in the hall.
Olivia was hurt for no reason and her tears came down along her cheek. She looked at Dennis and said, "Dennis, it hurts so much!"
Dennis looked at me, then at Toby. "Take Miss. Pearson to the hospital."
“No!” Olivia said, her eyes reddening. "Dennis, you take me to the hospital or I won't go."
"I am working." With that, he ignored Olivia's expression and went straight into the office.
Olivia felt wronged, but when she saw Dennis leave, she bit her lip and did not want Toby to help her. She looked at me and said, "Clara Kennedy, you must have done it on purpose."
I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." I was in a hurry just now, so I pulled her.
When Toby took Olivia to the hospital, Dennis came out of his office with a medical kit in his hand and half crouched down beside me.
He looked at me. "Give me your hand!"
I pursed lips, and showed hand to him. I just felt burning pain, but I never thought that it’s bleeding.
At this time, Dennis pulled over my hand, but it was broken and covered by bloods. He frowned tightly, "Tough it out, and it is a little hurt!"
I nodded, biting my lip slightly.
The skin was broken, exposing the flesh inside. When he cleaned the wound by the cotton swab which was stained with liquid medicine. The medicine made me in pain, and I withdrew the hand but he held my hand down, “Just a while, you suck it up.”
I frowned, “Take it easy.” He cleaned the wound so carefully, which made me hurt so much.
After the medicine, he raised to look at me, frowning slightly, “Any wound on the knees?”
I shook head, and I didn’t want him to help me. I was in a long dress, and he cannot find the wound covered in it.
He ignored me, but lifted the dress hem. The bruise showed up, piercing.
“You don’t feel hurt?” He uttered, with anger in his voice.
I pouted, “No, I don’t!”
I just finished, and he deliberately made me hurt. I suddenly gave a shuddering gasp and got a little angry, “Dennis!”
He lowered head and paid attention to the wound, “I am here!”
He was definitely deliberate.
Sipping lips, I said nothing, keeping head low. He looked over at me, and wrapped the wound.
I took out all the breakfast boxes brought by Toby, and they were fried dough, pumpkin porridge, steamed buns, dumplings and soybean milk.
I was wondering why Toby Collins had bought so much food, besides, I had already had my supper just now.
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