Chapter 678

Lucille stood up but didn't move. She looked up at Spencer with her face crinkled pitifully. She pouted and said, "It hurts, honey. I think I tugged on the wounds on my back; I can't walk now. I need help."

Spencer's anger dissipated when he saw her being coquettish with him. All that was left was resignation and helplessness.

Because of her injured back, he couldn't carry her. He could only hold her steady as they walked to the bathroom.

When they returned, the thick silence that had permeated the ward earlier had dissipated by half.

Since Spencer didn't want to ask about what had happened, Lucille figured she would take the initiative to tell him about it. He helped her onto the bed and was about to return to the couch when she grabbed his hand.

When he turned to look at her, she asked, "Are you mad at me?"

Spencer didn't say anything. She tightened her grip on his hand, afraid that he would pull away and leave. His palm was large and warm.

He glanced at her without saying a