Raymond stared at her wrist a little longer, his eyes scanning every inch with silent focus. He could tell it wasn't serious—no swelling, no bruising, nothing that looked life-threatening.
Still, he didn't like the way she said she felt tension. It could be nothing, yes, but it could also be something small now that grows into something worse later.
He didn't want to take chances. Not with her.
Valentina raised a brow.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Then Raymond looked up, his expression calm.
"We're going to the hospital."
"What? Why?" she frowned. "I told you I'm fine."
"I know you said that," he said, stepping back and walking toward the car, "and I heard you. We're still going."
Valentina sighed but didn't argue. She followed him, quietly sliding into the passenger seat.
