Hurting So Much

Justin was worried about Anne, so he rushed to the porch without waiting for the car to stop steadily. "Ahem!" Old Mrs. Leung stood upstairs clearing her throat as she looked down at Justin. "Grandma." Justin's breathing was unstable. He ran up to the second floor and asked anxiously, "Where's Anne?" Old Mrs. Leung's lips curled up in a cold smile. "Justin, why are you so flustered? Is that what Lucas taught you?" "I..." Justin paused. He didn't want to be rude to his grandmother, so he restrained himself. "Grandma, I'm worried about Anne... How is she?" "Humph!" Old Mrs. Leung nodded and snorted. "She was only slightly injured. Is it worth your fuss? You're ridiculous! Anne couldn't even do such a small thing well and almost burned the kitchen. I don't like her!" Old Mrs. Leung walked away with a look of disgust on her face. Justin finally let out a sigh of relief and hurried into the bedroom. "Anne!" "Justin!" Anne's hands were bandaged up. When she heard Justin's voice, she ran over