Chapter 931 Self Criticism (1) (1/2)

The hand he pulled out was bandaged. It happened to be hurt by Debbie. Their fingers were clasped so tightly that she felt a little guilty.

Debbie said slowly and almost choked with sobs, ”I'm afraid that something bad will happen to you. I'm afraid that I can't find someone better than you in the future. I'm afraid too much.”

”I'll be fine. Don't be afraid.” Baron looked at her with concern, ”Look at me. I'm fine, right?”

He spoke slowly and clearly, as if he was practicing reading.

The more she was comforted, the more uncomfortable she felt, as if something bitter was stuffed into honey, magnifying the bitter taste.

Debbie was pissed off by his attitude. She raised her hand to hold back her anger, exhaled a mouthful of stale air and asked, ”Are you fine?”

Was he willing to admit that he was not fine until he got the time to send him to the crematory?

Sometimes she really didn't know what to say about this stubborn man, as if nothing could erase the anger in her heart. And no matter what he had been said at the beginning, he had a good temper and was modest to ask for advice, but he continued to make trouble.

Debbie was so angry that she wanted to slap him, but she couldn't.

”I can still talk to you nicely now, and maybe get out of bed later...”

Before he finished his words, Debbie put the bowl on the table with a bang. Her action was not very gentle, which made his eyelids twitched.

”Look at you! Do you want to get out of bed later? You have to stay in bed for one hundred days even if you want to go to the bathroom. ” Suddenly, something bad occurred to her. She squinted her eyes and smiled. ”I have to learn how to insert a catheter later.”