Chapter 1295

Luther was in deep thought.

Take care of themselves…

However, Luther did not think he could get truly better. Old wounds would persist, and new ones would replace them. In that case, it was almost more bearable to endure the pain constantly.

"If you don't talk, I'll assume you've accepted it," Isabella said, extending her hand to place the ointment in his palm.

Luther hesitated but ultimately rejected her, pushing the ointment back toward her. It was this very action that led to an unforeseen accident.

Isabella suddenly tumbled, frowning as she looked at her elbow that had just hit the ground. Her round eyes quickly welled up with tears, and she began to cry softly.

Luther had never seen a scene like this, and he felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

"Are you okay..." Luther asked, standing awkwardly in place.

Isabella started crying, and her voice was heart-wrenching as she sobbed, "It hurts."

Luther helped her to her feet, his expression unchanged, but something in him changed