Isabella Weaver herself hadn't seen her hand injury. Now, seeing the crisscrossing cuts, she was a bit shocked.
No wonder she always felt a piercing pain. The wounds were so deep. Rose Parker must loathe her to the extreme, acting so ruthlessly. This injury probably won't heal in less than half a month.
She tried moving her fingers, breathing a sigh of relief lightly.
Fortunately, although it was incredibly painful, the flexibility of her fingers remained. It shouldn't affect her use of a pen in the future.
Cherry Lewis gasped, "Oh dear, Miss Weaver, your hand injury is so severe! Quickly bandage it up. I didn't realize your injury was so grave. You're too sincere, how could you directly remove the bandage yourself? What if it gets infected?"
She took the bandage from Isabella Weaver's hand and wrapped it for her.
Isabella Weaver took a step back, still composed, "Didn't President Lewis just say that it heals quicker without a bandage? Then let's not bandage it."