Viola had been furious but was amused by his reaction.
Seeing that he still had a proud expression, she snorted coldly and scolded, "What are you waiting for? Put the dressing on my palms!"
Orlando quickly opened the medicine box and began to apply medicine to the wound in her palm seriously.
The knife wound was not deep, but it almost covered the entire palm.
As a result, her fair and tender hand became a little ferocious because of the long wound.
Orlando suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his movements became a little lighter.
Viola looked coldly at the man kneeling at her feet and asked, "You knew you can't kill me, but why are you so stupid?"
Orlando lowered his head and pursed his lips.
"Is it that you wanted to help Alisha vent her anger, or is it that you believed Richard's words and thought that I killed Nash?"
Orlando still did not speak and concentrated on applying the medicine to her palm.