Upon encountering Kyson, Lucinda promptly noticed the blood on his hand.
Despite Kysonâs attempt to conceal it, his gesture came too late.
âAre you injured?â
Kyson offered a casual smile in response.
âItâs nothing.
I tripped on my way here.
â
Sensing something amiss, Lucinda pressed further, âWith your combat expertise, even a fall wouldnât leave you this injured.
Spare me the story about stumbling onto nails.
â
âYou know me too well,â Kyson conceded with a grin.
âThe lab boasts specialized security apparatus and sanitation gear.
Thereâs no chance of encountering sharp nails, correct? Donât deceive me.
Whatâs truly happening?â
Kysonâs carefree smile persisted.
âI canât keep anything hidden from you.
â
A few moments later, the ward door creaked open.
Colby, while devouring durian, hastily discarded the rest of the fruit in his hand into the bin and wiped his mouth briskly.
Lucinda entered.
Despite Colbyâs swift actions, they did not elude Lucindaâs notice.
âMommy, has your meeting concluded? You neednât hurry back.
Your work is crucial.
Iâm accustomed to the IV drip.
I can manage alone.
â
Lucinda remained silent as she calmly approached the bed.
Her gaze fixed on the corner of Colbyâs mouth, speckled with durian remnants.
The pungent aroma of the fruit permeated the entire room.
If Colby adored durians, why did he hastily dispose of it upon her arrival?
Lucinda quietly retrieved a tissue from the bedside table and delicately wiped the corner of Colbyâs mouth.
Colby responded with a sweet smile, his visage betraying no hint of unease.
However, a sudden seriousness clouded Lucindaâs expression.
âDid you injure Kysonâs hand?â
Caught off guard, Colbyâs fleeting tolerance for Kyson dissipated, replaced by a surge of resentment.
âHeâs despicable.
Why did he have to inform you? He agreed to my requests willingly.
I didnât coerce him.
â
Lucinda sighed, âHe didnât inform me.
I coincidentally encountered him in the corridor and inquired about his hand.
He insisted it was an accident and that you were not involved.
But as your mother, I understand you better than anyone.
I know your character.
If you sought retribution, he would comply out of guilt.
It was merely a deduction.
â
Colby was rendered speechless.
He found himself surprised that Kyson hadnât seized the opportunity to fabricate accusations against him.
Had he misjudged Kysonâs character?
Colby found himself taken aback as he witnessed his typically gentle and considerate mother adopt such a serious demeanor before him.