He yelled fiercely, his anger flaring up.
Sumr Sutton didn’t expect he would directly hit soone, shocked, she looked at him. She didn’t know what she was thinking at the mont. As the cane ca down, she pushed Manuel Ink backward, opened her arms, and hugged him.
Her slender body shielded the person behind her, and Sumr Sutton blurted out, "You can’t hit him!"
She spoke urgently, tightly protecting Manuel Ink with her arms, like a mother hen shielding her chick.
The Old Master’s cane had already swung, who would have thought she’d do sothing like this?
Too late to retract, the swung cane fell with a "smack" on Sumr Sutton’s back.
A deep, dull sound echoed through the living room, the sound was loud.
One blow hit, Sumr Sutton’s mind went a bit blank, her skin felt like it was exploding, the pain was burning.
Manuel Ink clearly didn’t expect her to make such a move either, his gaze stiffly landed on her, frail like a flower petal battered by the rain. He took a long ti to co to his senses.
Sumr Sutton leaned on him, her brows tightly knitted, her consciousness was montarily blurred.
The Old Master looked at the two of them, his tense face grew darker and darker.
He was actually shocked by Sumr Sutton, but his anger hadn’t dissipated.
"Protecting him like this?" He mocked sarcastically.
"This ti, it wasn’t Manuel’s fault, I asked him to help." Sumr Sutton didn’t want to cause a conflict between the grandfather and grandson because of herself, enduring the pain in her back, she stretched her arm in front of Manuel Ink, pushing him back a bit.
Her action made the Old Master very disdainful.
At this mont, he even wanted to interview Manuel Ink about his feelings.
Being protected by such a fragile woman, was he embarrassed? Did he feel conflicted? Awkward?
Manuel Ink didn’t know how badly Sumr Sutton was hurt, didn’t respond to him, pulled Sumr Sutton to his side, picked her up, and walked upstairs.
He just faintly threw her a sentence, "Don’t mind him."
After that, their figures disappeared on the spiral staircase.
The Old Master Ink was already very angry, Manuel Ink’s words made him even more furious.
As a grandfather, did he have no presence in front of this kid?
Old Master Ink was livid!
...
Manuel Ink took Sumr Sutton back to the room, settled her on the sofa on the terrace, went to his room to get so dicine, and reappeared in front of her.
He looked at her back, turned his back, and handed her the dicine.
"Do you want to do it yourself, or should I ask the maid to help you?"
The place Sumr Sutton was injured was on her back, she would have to lift her clothes to apply the ointnt.
Without her needing to ask, he deliberately averted his gaze.
Manuel Ink was a true gentleman!
"I can do it myself." Sumr Sutton looked at his outreached hand for a mont, took the dicine, didn’t lift her clothes, dipped her fingertips into the ointnt, reached into her clothes, and hurriedly sared it over the painful area.
Her movents were quick, finished in a few strokes, she placed the dicine aside.
Manuel Ink didn’t hear any commotion from her side, his face slowly turned over.
Watching her tightly furrowed brows due to pain, he seed a bit helpless towards her, "What were you thinking just then? Are you stupid?"
He’s a big man, getting hit by a cane wasn’t a big deal.
But she was different.
A delicate girl like her, if the Old Master had hit harder, she would be ruined!
"I’m fine, this matter originated because of anyways, this hit, I deserve to take." Sumr Sutton rubbed her aching back, said.
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