Chapter 95

Gasping, Isaac grabbed my hand. He urgently asked, "What happened to your hand? It's in bad shape. Come on, let me get some medicine for you." He urgently tugged me towards the backyard. Instantly, I felt a barrage of cold, piercing stares directed at me, each one striking me like an arrow. It felt like I was being grilled under intense heat. Panic rose within me as there was no escape or hiding from the scrutiny. I forcefully pulled my hand away from Isaac and said helplessly, "I'm really fine. You don't need to worry about me." "Ari, don't be like this. You're hurt badly. You need to take care of it quickly." "I won't die from this! It's just a scratch. It's nothing serious," I said wearily, feeling emotionally and physically drained. I knew he was worried, but in the presence of the Hodgeson family and their crowd, his concern would only bring more trouble for me. Perhaps because I wasn't very nice, Isaac stared at me blankly, clearly hurt by my response. I felt a pang of gui