229: Wyatt Wright's self-sacrifice trick, the cage culture has arrived (second update)_1

Wyatt stood at the door, dressed in a thin pajama, his hair still wet: "Rae."

It had been only two days, but Rae Bennett felt he had grown much thinner.

"Wait a moment." She went inside, fetched Rueben Harrington's car keys, and handed them over, "Here are your keys."

Wyatt accepted the car keys, didn't withdraw his hand, but instead opened his palm: "I injured my hand."

There was a long gash in the center of his palm, the skin flapped open, and it had just begun to form a scab.

Only then did Rae Bennett notice the blood on the floor where he had been standing. Her throat tightened, and her voice strained: "How did you get hurt?"

Wyatt watched her, observing the color of her face: "I accidentally broke the bathroom mirror."

"Accidentally?"

Could an accident really cause such a long wound?

Rae Bennett stared into Wyatt's eyes.

He couldn't lie any longer: "On purpose."

"Wyatt!"