Clara leaned against the bedroom door, looking at the expensive medical equipment, then down at the gauze on her back that was faintly bleeding—her wound was ten times worse than Vanessa's , yet she had to find the first-aid kit to treat it herself, without even receiving a word of concern.
Liam turned and saw her, the gentleness on his face instantly fading, and he gave a perfunctory explanation: " Teacher Vanessa is injured, so it's more convenient for her to recuperate at home. Consider this an apology on your behalf."
“She just scraped her hand.” Clara ’s voice was as cold as ice as she glanced at the equipment. “Why are you making such a fuss? You never even mentioned bringing this equipment home when I broke my leg while practicing dance.”
Liam 's expression darkened, somewhat displeased: "Those were those days, and these are the present. Vanessa 's hands are different; they're for playing the piano. What if she injures her bones and it affects her career?"
Lila ran out of the guest room, threw herself into Vanessa's arms, and pointed at Clara , shouting, " Ms. Vanessa , you stay here! Don't mind that fat woman, she's just the maid, she has no right to interfere with us!"