"Mom, what happened to you! Your leg is injured..." Michael exclaimed as he saw Betty standing there, her ankle still bleeding.
Clutching a tissue, he hurried over to her, stark naked, his penis swaying back and forth with his movements, freshly cleaned by Betty.
As Michael crouched down beside Betty with a servile intent, she suddenly ran like a madwoman towards her room, while Michael was just about to wipe the blood off her ankle.
Betty, in her frantic dash, paid no mind to Michael beside her, seemingly losing all reason.
"Ouch..." Michael cried out in pain, his bare buttocks hitting the floor with a thud, while Betty barely paused, ignoring Michael and rushing into our bedroom.
Finding it empty, she then sprinted to the balcony, not caring that she was only wrapped in a towel, and flung open the curtains to look out, but no one was there.
Betty then rushed to the bathroom, searching everywhere.