Matilda Jenkins's eyes almost popped out as she immediately rushed to turn on the lamp.
The bedroom lit up, and she finally saw the person sprawled on the floor, Nathaniel York lying there, his clothes disheveled, looking as if he had been mauled by a beast. Matilda felt a sudden guilt, "You...you...why is it you?"
Matilda was so scared that all her sleepiness vanished and the fatigue left her body; she looked down and, just by chance, had stepped right on Nathaniel York's... she quickly withdrew her foot, swallowing several times in shock, oh no, hoping she hadn't really done any damage.
Who could have expected Nathaniel York to show up at this time?
Nathaniel York, sweating profusely from the pain, said, "I came all this way to see you, and this is how you welcome me?"
Matilda quickly picked him up, "I didn't know it was you!"
She was a bit too strong, lifting Nathaniel and placing him on the bed. He groaned in pain, "Matilda Jenkins, are you trying to cripple me?"