Bam!
With a dull thud, Reese Harris fell heavily onto the floor.
Hearing the sound, the little guy turned his face, saw Reese Harris on the ground, and froze for a moment before rushing back.
Seeing her lying on the floor with her eyes closed, the little guy was startled.
"Sister Reese!" Shaking Reese's arm, Osbert Montgomery's tone was urgent, "Help, someone… don't die, Sister Reese… don't die…"
"You little fool." Reese gasped for air, opened her eyes, and propped herself up from the floor, "Do you think your sister is made of clay?"
Seeing she was still alive, the little guy let out a sigh of relief, but his small face drooped.
"Sister, I'm sorry."
Reese reached over with her left hand to hold his little hand, then raised her painfully bruised right arm for a look.
The sweater on her right arm was ruffled up, revealing a large area of bruised skin. But that wasn't the most important thing; the worst part was her entire forearm was in severe pain.
"Young master!"
