Matthew Grant walked halfway and found that the people around him were slow to follow, standing in place for a while.
This time even the sound of footsteps was gone.
He clenched his fist, or turned around, just, just, why get angry with her, it’s not her fault at all.
But when he saw Blanca Roach sitting there alone in tears, his heart was still in turmoil.
His legs were long and he reached Blanca Roach in no time.
Blanca Roach looked down and rubbed her ankle when a pair of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
She knew it was Matthew Grant, but she didn’t look up at him.
Matthew Grant knelt down in front of her and picked up one of her feet to check the injury.
“What’s wrong?”
Blanca Roach had stopped her tears, and when she heard him ask, she immediately dropped them again.
“Don’t you touch me …”
Not angry, let him alone angry enough.
Her nose is red, like a little girl in a temper tantrum.
Matthew Grant inexplicably thought of Alice, worthy of the mother and daughter, even play a small temper look like a withdrawal.
How could Matthew Grant blame her for getting too close to other men?
He let out a sigh from deep in his throat, only Blanca Roach can have this kind of treatment in his place, it seems that he is really planted on her in this life.
He leaned down and picked Blanca Roach up by the waist. Even though his hand was injured, he picked up Blanca Roach with ease.
Blanca Roach’s body was suddenly suspended in the air, and she couldn’t help but tighten her arms around Matthew Grant’s neck.
Matthew Grant was so good-natured, which in turn made Blanca Roach choke up even more.
“Well, don’t cry, it’s not like a person this old to cry his nose.”
Blanca Roach buried her head in his neck and tried to hold back her tears, but the more she held back, the more she couldn’t, and her tears were like a faucet that had been opened.
Matthew Grant felt the warmth of his neck, knew she was crying hard, and blamed himself for being angry with her.
He just carried Blanca Roach all the way to the hospital.
Blanca Roach even heard a young girl pouting at her boyfriend.
“Look how loving they are, and look at you, I want to be carried to the hospital like this too!”
When she heard this, she was too embarrassed to look up, so she buried her face even tighter.
Matthew Grant knew that she was embarrassed, and with a smile in his eyes, he sent her to the orthopedic surgeon, patted her head and said.
“Come on, get up and let the doctor look at your foot.”
It was clear that he was the one who was hurt worse, but he didn’t hesitate to let the doctor look at her first.
Blanca Roach looked down and took his injured hand, whispering.
“Your hand is hurt, too.”
Matthew Grant sat her on his lap and put his other arm around her waist.
“It’s okay, it’s a small injury, it doesn’t even hurt now, your foot is more important.”
Blanca Roach’s tears fell again when she heard him say that.
Matthew Grant’s hand was no longer bleeding, but it still looked horrible.
“I’m sorry, Matthew.”
Matthew Grant’s head leaned against the wall and sighed, what was wrong with her.
“Blanca, no need to apologize.”
It wasn’t her fault, it was his failure to protect her that gave Rutledge the opportunity to take advantage of her.
As for the man who called from the car, now that he thought about it, it was indeed his fault for making a fuss.
Besides, if he hadn’t gone too fast, Blanca’s foot wouldn’t have been broken.
Both people are eager to take the blame on themselves, an aged doctor, forced to eat a mouthful of dog food, finally could not look at it and got up to resist.
“Ugh ugh ugh, look at the disease, do not look quickly go, there are people waiting behind.”
He had never seen such a mushy one.
Blanca Roach hurriedly took his hand and sent it towards the doctor.
“Look, doctor, I just broke my foot, nothing serious, can you look at his hand first?”
Matthew Grant smiled, why was his wife so cute?