Estie obediently stretched out her injured hand for him to look.

Bryon frowned slightly when he saw the injury on her hand. “How did this happen? Did the kids bully you?”

Estie was stunned for a moment but then she forcefully shook her head.

She was not bullied?

Byron did not understand. “Then what happened?”

Estie picked up the drawing pen again and wrote stroke by stroke into the small notebook. She wrote a few letters.

S-L-I-P-E-D

After she wrote that, she tilted her head, feeling somewhat lacking in confidence.

The word was too hard to spell.

Whenever she comes across a word that she did not know how to spell, she would usually make an educated guess from how it sounded or skip it entirely.

She did not come across this word often and did not know if she had spelled it correctly.

"You slipped?”

Byron looked at the letters and confirmed with her.

Estie nodded.

Byron let out a sigh of relief as he touched the area of the injury. “Did the teacher give you any treatment f