Kevan's left arm was wrapped in a thin bandage. Due to his loose sweatshirt, no one could tell that he was injured.

Larissa watched as he unwrapped the bandage. There was a wound approximately four inches long on his arm.

Kevan had already treated and disinfected the wound with alcohol. It had scabbed over and stopped bleeding, so it didn't look terrifying.

Still, Larissa's heart ached as she touched the area around Kevan's injury. She bit her lower lip to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Kevan only meant to evoke her sympathy, not to make her cry.

"It's a minor cut. I'll be fine in a couple of days." Kevan removed his arm from her grasp and rewrapped the bandage.

Larissa looked into his eyes and advised earnestly, "Please don't do this again in the future. If things can be resolved by calling the police, you don't need to handle it personally."

It was fortunate that Maria was a weak woman and couldn't inflict much harm on him.

What if Kevan were to encounter