When Ron gently smoothed Cristofer's wet hair back, he saw the wound on Cristofer's forehead and couldn’t help but gasp.

“Mr. Hans, the wound is long, and it’s at least ten centimeters.”

“I know. That’s why I asked you to buy large-sized band-aids.”

“Mr. Hans, you’d better go to the hospital. The wound may need stitches.”

“There’s no need to go to the hospital. I’m okay. Just disinfect it and cover it with band-aids. Hurry up. Estelle will be worried if I go back ...