Abigail Hemsworth looked at him, "My legs are almost useless, can't I cry?"
"You know they'll be useless? Usually a slight bruise makes you act like you're in unbearable pain, yet now you've run around with others for three days as if you're having a blast."
Abigail lowered her eyes, her voice muffled, "It was quite fun."
Travis Miller looked at her, brooding.
Abigail grabbed the blanket and slipped inside.
"I'm temporarily okay now, please leave."
Travis didn't leave her bed.
After watching her for a while, his gaze fell on the phone placed on her bedside table.
The latest model, different from the one he'd seen last time.
He reached to pick it up; the woman was too bothered to even set a screen lock. He found the contacts, only two names were listed.
One, Zachary Hemsworth.
Another, Aaron Perkins.
The call log still showed a landline number belonging to the Hemsworth Family.
Travis, expressionless, directly blacklisted and deleted Aaron Perkins' number.
