Sara's face turned red in an instant. She quickly jumped out of Hank's arms.
Hank laughed, "I could not have eaten you, could I?"
Sara didn't dare to speak. She still remembered the monstrous look on Hank's face before she fainted.
Hank asked, "How are you feeling?"
Sara touched her forehead and shook her head, "It's not a big deal. I'll be fine after taking some medicine."
"Are you used to it?" Hank asked indifferently.
Sara nodded and replied, "Yeah." She had been in poor health ever since a child. She had been ill for hundreds of times, so she was used to it.
However, that word somehow provoked Master Bishop, who was temperamental and moody. Sara could clearly see that Hank's face darkened, his handsome face clouded over.
Sara dodged in fear, but Hank did not say anything. He turned over, got out of bed, and went out.
Sara breathed a sigh of relief, only then she found that she was sleeping on Hank's bed. The pure black bed was associated to its owner, which made Sara shudder again. She got out of bed quickly and rolled to her bed on the ground.
When Hank came in, he saw that scene and frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"
Sara pulled the edge of the blanket with both hands and covered her chin. She looked at Hank timidly and said, "...I'm sorry, Master Bishop. I slept in your bed... I'll wash the sheets later..."
Hank didn't say anything, his eyebrows furrowed.
Sara shuddered and climbed out of her quilt immediately. Her cute voice began to tremble,..., I'll wash it right away..."
Before she could move two steps further, Sara was hugged from behind. Hank lifted her in the air with one hand, and placed her on the bed, "Lie down properly. If you catch a cold again, I won't have time to take care of you."
The blanket had a very light oak fragrance. Perhaps it was because she had slept in it, the bed was mixed with the scent of her tangerine shower gel. It smelt surprisingly good.
Sara was buried under the blanket, leaving only one eye outside. She fixed her gaze at Hank and mumbled, "Did you take care of me last night?"
Hank said with a faint smile, "No, Jackie is so awesome that she took care of herself."
Sara blanked for a moment and said, "Thank you."
"Don't always make me angry if you are thankful." Hank approached her suddenly, pinched Sara's chin and bent over to look at her. That posture was particularly oppressive, Sara widened her eyes nervously.
Hank's voice was hoarse and with a little indescribable joy, "Do you know, if it were someone else, he would have turned into a corpse and been dragged out last night."
Sara's eyelashes quivered when she thought of the screams and large patches of blood in the yard.
Hank warned, "So, Kid, you'd better not challenge my tolerance, okay?"
"..."Sara moved her lips and finally summoned the courage to say, "...I ignored you yesterday because I was feeling dizzy from the wind and my throat was too hoarse to speak. I fainted not because I was afraid of you... but because I was afraid of..." She bulged her cheeks and whispered, "Blood."
Hank raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you afraid of blood?"
Sara glanced aside and did not dare to look into his eyes directly. Her voice was light, "Well, it's not that I'll faint at the sight of blood either. I'm afraid of a large pool of blood."
"Why?" Hank asked.
Sara could have used innateness as an excuse to close the topic with Hank. However, somehow, she did not want to do so. She whispered, "...It's because when my mother passed away, she bled all over the ground. Since then, I've been afraid of large amounts of blood."
Hank knew the cause of Caroline's death.
Although people were saying that the woman died of illness, based on the information that Bella got, it was written that Caroline Lowell committed suicide by cutting the radial artery of her wrists.
When the document stated that Sara had witnessed her mother's death, Hank did not take it seriously. After all, he had witnessed scenes that were much more tragic than that. But at that moment, his heart, which had always been calm, ached sharply.
As soon as he thought of Sara had to watch her mother's life faded away in a daze alone at such a young age, Hank's heart was filled with inexplicable anger.
"She is not a good mother." Hank said lightly, "Otherwise, she would not have let you see that scene and she would not have committed suicide too."
Sara shook her head softly, "My mother suffered from a terminal illness. She would just suffer if she lived. However, she had persisted for me for so many years. I don't hate her because I know she loved me."
The reason why Caroline committed suicide was that she absolutely ran out of hope and energy. She was a very gentle person. She was not someone who would abandon her father and daughter selfishly. If she had not come to the end of her life, she would not have chosen to leave.
Hank was dissatisfied, "But you're afraid of blood now."
Sara said, "Actually, it's not that serious. It's just that my mind was dizzy at that time, and I fainted mostly because of the wind."
Hank remembered her pitiful look outside the yard. He felt helpless yet angry, but he could not find a way to vent his anger. He had to warn Sara, "If you dare to stand in the cold next time, I will break legs." your
Sara was speechless. She said innocently, "But it was Assistant Pack who told me not to enter the yard."
Hank said coldly, "Then I'll break his leg."
As soon as Bella entered the room with a tray in his hand, he heard such a bloody statement. He was speechless. He wondered, "What have I done wrong?"
"Uh-hmm." Bella let out a cough, "Master, the soup is ready."
"Okay." Hank brought the soup over. Looking at the thick and warm chicken soup, he said to Sara, "Get up and eat something."
"Okay." Sara got up instantly and was ready to eat obediently, but Hank scooped up a spoonful of soup slowly and fed it to her mouth, "Open your mouth."
Sara was startled.
Bella was stunned as well.
Bella's head was about to fall off.
He must be dazzled... It must be! Otherwise, how could he be witnessing Master Bishop feeding someone else? When Second Master Bishop was just two or three years old, Master Bishop only put a whole egg into his bowl directly and asked him to crack it open with his own teeth and eat!
Sara was also surprised and refused to do so, "...Master Bishop, I'll have it myself."
Hank narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile, "What's wrong? Don't you want me to feed you?"
Sara's desire to survive was extremely strong, "No, it's not suitable for you to do something like this..."
"As long as I say it's suitable, it's suitable." He didn't know why he was so interested in feeding. He continued speaking, "Open your mouth."
Sara had no choice but to open her mouth and swallow the soup in the spoon.