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Hilla squatted down in front of Lori and looked at her injured leg. She reached out and opened the medicine chest beside her.
"You're injured. I'll help you bandage it first.
"Fortunately, it's just some superficial wounds. It might hurt a little. Please bear with it."
Hilla cut open the pants on Lori's calf and looked at the mud and blood mixed together, frowning slightly.
Just now Fred had already bandaged the wound on Lori's head and arm.
However, there were many scratches on Lori's body, and it was inconvenient for a man.
"Wait a moment. I'll get you a basin of water and clean it up."
Hilla got up and walked into the limousine. Lori opened her mouth and looked at Hilla's back, but in the end, she didn't make a sound.
"You must be very proud right now. Don't think that no one knows what you are thinking."
A cold voice sounded from behind Lori. Lori subconsciously turned her head and looked at Margaret with her hands on her chest, staring at her coldly.
