Chapter 47

Beckett didn't explain. He just glanced at Carl. "Let someone find her.” His gaze fell on Chris's cheek, and his face looked awful. "Who hit you?" Chris lowered her head and didn't say a thing. Dane scoffed. “Mr. Beach, what is this about? Aren't you the kind of people who trample us under your feet?" Chris looked up at Beckett, his eyes rimmed red. Suddenly, a warmth ran down Chris's nose and dark red blood started to flow out again. Mortified, Chris raised his hand to cover his nose, turned around, and squatted on the ground, too frightened to let Beckett see him, afraid that he might scare Beckett. "Chris." Dane threw the stick he held in his hand and quickly took a tissue to wipe Chris's nosebleed, but his hands were injured and clumsy, smearing blood everywhere. Carl wanted to rush over to help, but Beckett was one step ahead, taking the tissue to help Chris wipe the nosebleed. "We're going to the hospital." Seeing that Chris's nosebleed wouldn't stop, Beckett frowned and spoke wi