I frowned; it was true, I did know all these things. When Yohannes died, Nerissa had used these against Helen to force her into insanity. Later on, when Helen couldn't bear to live with herself any longer because of what she had learned, she leaped to her death.
But I had never told anyone about these things. So, how...
Hendrix looked at me with a slight frown on his face. "Did you do this?"
I shook my head. "No!"
Hendrix nodded. He looked at Nerissa and said coldly, "If she says it's not her, then it definitely isn't. You'd better show me proof for your claims; otherwise, if you touch her again, I won't be so courteous the next time."
Nerissa looked at him in bewilderment. She was so angry that she had to force the words out. "Hendrix, you're an idiot. All three members of the Granger family are dead, and only she and I are the only ones who know these things. Why would I do this to myself?"
Hendrix's face was expressionless. "Then show your proof before you accuse her of this."
After that, Hendrix pulled me out of the kitchen and led me upstairs.
I took the first aid kit from Minnie and followed him into the bedroom.
In the bedroom.
I lowered my head as I cleaned Hendrix's wounds. Some of the blood had already dried up into blood clots that were stuck in the open wound.
"Does it hurt?" One's hand was the most sensitive part of the body. With his palm bearing the brunt of the injury, he must be in quite a fair level of pain.
Yet, he shook his head and smiled, "Are you worried?"
I pursed my lips and sighed, "Don't be so impulsive next time."
"Dummy!" He stretched his hand out to touch my face, and his eyes were deep and dark as he gazed into mine. "A woman's face is so precious. You have to learn to dodge next time, okay?"
I nodded and bandaged his wound for him. I could not help but sigh, "It seems like someone has stuck their nose in Aunt Nerissa's business."
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