Chapter 166 Intentional

Violet knew that he was going to bandage her hands. She shook her head, and put her hands to her back, "No need, Mr. Murphy. It's just some minor injuries, not serious." "Not serious?" Stanley's eyes were cold. He pulled her wrist directly, turning her palm over. Her palms were bloody and fleshy. Even her flesh turned out. It was frightening to look at. Fraser couldn't help but gasped. "Isn't it serious?" Stanley looked at Violet with a gloomy face. Jessie, who was a seat away from him, heard him, finally stopped staring at the door of the emergency room, turned her head and looked at Violet's palms. Seeing that the palms of her hands were almost covered by glass fragments, she pursed her lips and persuaded, "Violet, just listen to Mr. Murphy. You are a designer. Your hands can't be hurt." Jessie’s words immediately made Violet compromise. After nodding, Violet obediently sat down in the position where Stanley had just patted. Stanley's face eased a lot. He opened the bag and to