C168 It Was Impossible to Cut It off and It Was a Mess

His gaze fell on the scar on my palm and he frowned, "How did it come?"

I smiled, but it was worse than crying. Looking at Rebecca, I suppressed my tears and said, "How did it come? You should ask your most precious Miss Burns, how did I get this injury?"

Looking at Ashton, I calmed down and continued, "Ashton, do you know how the child died? That night