When Bella came to the lobby, the elder had waited for a long time.
Bella closed her mouth, yawned, walked in front of him and sat down, without much politeness. Anyway, this elder didn't like her, and she was too lazy to pretend.
The elder glanced at the gauze entangled in her wrist and silently handed her a small bottle. His face was still expressionless. "Use this." He masked the unnaturalness on his face and said, "I don't want Charles to find it."
Bella smiled. "I used to plan to ask from Elsa."
But he was afraid that Charles would find it and had to wrap it with gauze.
Sunday was taken away by Bella, she was not worried about being seen by others. Carelessly unraveling the gauzes, revealing the scratched wound inside.
The elder frowned, "Isn't it just bloodletting? What’s wrong
