Just like today, being provoked by Old Lady Bates.
Noah Bates frantically looked at his good friend, who forcibly dragged him to the office. Then Adriel River took out some Haemostatic Ointment, glanced at the wound on Noah's wrist, and used tweezers to hold an alcohol swab to clean the blood.
"Hurts, doesn't it? The wounds on your back haven't healed yet, and now you've given yourself another cut."
Adriel furrowed his brows. "Who taught you this? Hurting yourself."
Noah shook his head. "I had no choice. In that situation, I really had no choice. I couldn't actually harm my grandmother. But... but I had to protect them."
"Your grandmother has truly gone too far."
When this topic came up, Adriel's voice turned cold. "Absolutely too far! Causing chaos in the hospital like this! Wayne Don is your son too—how could she just hit him like that!"