Heather didn't see that coming and was shocked by the sudden command. She lifted her head in a dazed state only to see Tyrone taking out a piece of tissue. He was about to wipe the blood off her forehead.
Heather avoided his gaze and reflexively ducked away. Then, she said softly, "Mr. Elkin, I can do it myself."
Barbara still had her eyes on them. It made Heather feel uncomfortable. Heather bit her lip to brace herself for the pain as she shifted her body. She was trying to scoot over to the seat beside Tyrone.
"Stay still!"
Though Tyrone frowned as he reprimanded her, he did not release his hold on her. With a dark expression on his face, he wiped her wound with a piece of tissue. That resulted in a stinging pain.
Heather couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as she drew her brows tightly together.
"It hurts?" Tyrone asked with a quirked brow.
"Yeah."
She was so badly injured. Of course, it hurt!
"You deserve it!"
Heather kept silent.
"Is there something wrong with
