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 som