"I know, I'll never do it again." She hurriedly promised him, "Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
"Hmm." He curved his lips slightly, honestly, he really couldn't bear to be harsh with her.
She quietly stayed by his bedside, and he reached out his right hand, gently stroking her soft hair.
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Two weeks later, the bandage on Asher Land's left arm was finally ready to be removed.
In the East Garden's hall, some people had gathered, including Oscar Land, Luke Land, Irene Morton, and a large group of medical staff.
"Third Young Master, please try, see if you can pick up this glass." A doctor wearing black-framed glasses said beside him.
Pick up a glass?
Everyone's gaze fell on his hand, except for him, calmly staring at that glass.
His left hand truly had no feeling. Did he really have to display his crippled left hand in front of so many people?
He turned to look at the little woman's hopeful eyes; he really didn't want to let her down.
