Nat Crawford and the doctor remained silent beside him.
This... isn't this a bit... thick-skinned?
Can you really admit to this?
Abigail Hemsworth paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.
"Did you leave your brain overseas on your trip? Salma isn't a woman?"
Travis Miller responded with another "Hmm."
Nat: "..."
Doctor: "..."
Abigail frowned, looking at Travis Miller as if he were a monster.
Crazy.
She wasn't planning to pay him any more attention and turned to leave, only to be grabbed by Travis Miller.
"You're injured, I'll carry you."
"Are you done yet?"
Travis Miller said nothing, looked at her for two seconds, and finally bent down and picked her up.
"Travis Miller!"
"Don't move, your arm will hurt."
Travis Miller's hoarse voice was low and deep, and a word that should never appear in relation to him flowed out naturally — pity.
Abigail paused, "Even if you're crippled, it has nothing to do with me!"
