His Responsibility

When Abihirt was about to open the door to the room, Moreau found her mother speaking up immediately.

"Sit on the sofa first, you're bleeding a lot."

The woman's hand gesture looked disgusted as it touched her own husband's arm. Barbara did not like the smell of blood. Especially if the deep red stain had made an impact on the tips of her fingernails. Fortunately, Abihirt didn't say anything else. Seemed to have gotten used to it. The serious anticipation in Barbara regarding the situation here was not a big surprise.

"What happened?"

This time Gloriya's voice surfaced. No idea where the woman appeared from, but her expression was no less frightened after noticing Abihirt's poor condition. Those gray eyes were even staring very intently. Froy was suspected to be the main culprit. As a mother Gloriya had to understand that there was a limit to the tolerance that the woman could not continue to give.

"Your favorite son just did something bad to his uncle.