Chapter 1861

As she spoke, she picked up his shirt and helped him put it on. Scott turned around and watched her as she buttoned up his shirt, then said, "I'm not going." Naomi paused. "Not going?" She looked at him. His tone sounded like a child sulking. It was like he was not going just because he did not want to. "Yes." Naomi studied his expression carefully, then asked, "Does it not hurt?" "It doesn't hurt." Naomi did not speak anymore. With a bruise that large, there was no way it did not hurt. He was human, not made of iron. Strangely, his face showed no sign of pain, not even discomfort. Naomi's lips moved slightly, but she lowered her head and continued buttoning his shirt, fastening the remaining buttons and adjusting the collar. "You tuck in your shirt. I'll have the driver stop by the pharmacy." He would not go to the hospital. Whether it hurt or not, he would not go. So, she would go to the pharmacy, buy something for sprains and bruises, and treat him at Crossflower County