"I don't know, when he pushed me, he hit the injured spot...then he went to call the nurse."
Although she's saying she doesn't know, Violet Zimmerman is thinking that her brother-in-law must be angry; otherwise, he wouldn't have avoided visiting her all these days.
Daxton Lancaster secretly took a breath, then squatted down to continue taking clothes out of the suitcase, not dwelling on this topic but instead asking her.
"Is your arm getting better?"
After more than ten days, the bandage on Violet's forehead had been removed, the bruise at the corner of her eye had disappeared, and the cast on her arm was taken off, leaving only a red cloth wrapped around her neck.
Daxton only asked if her injuries were getting better, not how they were on the day of the incident. Violet felt uneasy, suppressing her bitterness, she said.
"It's almost healed."
