Chapter 47 You're Made Out of Stone

• This guy doesn't know how to take care of himself at all! Fresh blood was trickling down his back, but Abigail knew that Arianna would definitely find out about her father's injuries if Abigail called Greg to stop walking right then. When Abigail thought about how her daughter might get worried over Greg's injuries, she felt rather uneasy. I spent all these years taking care of my daughter, yet now, it feels like someone is snatching her away from me. It makes me feel hollow inside.
• Abigail frowned for a while before she decided to take her jacket off. She threw it over Greg's shoulders. "Hmm?" The faint, pleasant scent of her jacket made Greg freeze for a moment. He turned around to find a woman's jacket hanging from his shoulders, and the corner of his lips twitched at the sight of it. "Did you make a mistake, Dr. Kain? I'm no damsel in distress."
• Abigail took Arianna from his arms before speaking to him in a quiet voice. "You're the opposite—you're practically made out of stone. You're like a rock that doesn't bleed." She carried Arianna in her arms and walked off after that. Greg's movements paused for a moment before he understood what she meant. Perhaps my back is bleeding.