Terrifying Aura

Lucille didn't know what to say. What an incredible excuse. No wonder when she met Joseph downstairs, he had a terrifying aura that was unbearably cold. Lucille rubbed her forehead, her face full of helplessness. That meant everyone, including Yoshua and Madam Dahlia, thought that she had quarreled with Joseph and left in anger. Was she supposed to take the initiative to speak to Joseph, showing that she had calmed down, and end the cold war? Lucille sighed and lay on the bed, pretending to be dead. She gave up. She was exhausted. Molly blinked her eyes and innocently asked, "Was it a bad excuse, Bobo?" "It was a good one. You're the smartest, Molly." She rubbed Molly's head to comfort her. Molly caught a glimpse of the bandage on her hand and exclaimed, "Bobo, you're injured!" "Yeah. It's just a surface wound. It's okay." "No, there's blood coming out!" Molly was so anxious that she almost cried. She stamped her feet and got up, saying, "I'm going to get you a first-aid kit. Wait for