"This little bit of blood is nothing." Louis pulled back his hand, tightly clenched his fist, his fair and handsome face tense: "I need to rest now, don't bother me unless it's important."
His tone revealed a hint of impatience.
Claudia Ross just looked at him, sensing that his mood was terrible.
Glass shards were everywhere; no one knew what he was angry about.
Claudia Ross propped the door with one hand and used the other to call the servant, asking the maid to get a doctor.
Before, the private doctor did not live in the manor, but since Ursula Solomon arrived, the manor had a resident doctor, which made it convenient for even the servants and bodyguards to see a doctor for minor ailments.
"I don't need any bandages," Louis said coldly, crimson blood seeping through his fingers.
"I'm worried your blood will stain my house's floor," Claudia Ross retorted irritably.
"..." Louis's lips twitched, looking rather speechless.
