"You don't need to thank me," Garrett Vincent said casually while focusing on the road. "For me, it was just a matter of bringing you to the right place. If Master Yeung says he can heal you, then he definitely can."
He then asked, his tone shifting slightly, "When did you get hurt? When did this happen to your hands?"
"Almost four years ago," Rachel replied, her voice quiet.
Almost four years... That would have been right around the time she went to prison.
Garrett Vincent's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Did someone... did someone hurt you in there?" he asked, the words feeling heavy.
Rachel fell into a heavy silence, not answering, but the pained look on her face was an answer in itself.
"Who did this to you?" Garrett's voice was low, but it carried a sharp, dangerous edge of anger.
Who could be so cruel, so vicious, to do this to her.
He had always known, abstractly, that she had been incarcerated.
