Chapter 461 Milk Spilled

Kailey sobbed. As time went, her wailing became harder. She pretended like she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. But inside her heart, she was secretly celebrating her victory.

In the living room, Jonathan was intently gazing at the book in his hand. It was a name book and contained all the best names for a newborn. His spectacles had begun to slide down from the bridge of his nose. "If it's a boy, we will name him Adrian Fu. And if it's a girl, Yvette Fu. What do you all say?" he asked, looking at the three of them.

"No!" Tracy replied instantly. "These names are too ordinary. I think it's better if we stick to the name I recommended. Moreover, it is the sort of name that will suit both girls and boys."

Jonathan frowned and snorted, disagreeing. "Do you actually think the one you recommended is good? I am warning you, people will laugh at our grandchild. Do you want everyone to mock us and call us uneducated?"

By now, Tracy was annoyed. "You are so old-fashioned! It is quite a popular name and you must be living under the rock if you haven't heard of it. Also, the way you are hunting down names from a book is ridiculous. Nobody does it these days. Forget it! Arguing with you is pointless."

The two people had their own opinions, and didn't show any signs of coming to an agreement.

The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched. She looked at Jack and saw a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

Tracy had suggested the name Leslie saying that her close friend's grandchild had the sa

, he said, "You go and take a shower first. I'm okay."

The cut was a little deep. Even now, it hadn't stopped bleeding. If anything, the flow increased. Rachel flinched seeing it. After all, it was all her fault.

In a strict tone, she said, "Jack, do you want your blood to run out and your hand to be crippled? Or will you let me see it?"

"Okay, fine." Jack nodded his head and let her inspect it.

Rolling her eyes at him, she stood up and walked to the living room. Jack followed her. Seeing her get a hold of medicine box from the cabinet, he quickly said, "I can handle it myself."

Rachel didn't answer. Instead, she put the medicine box on the tea table and ordered, "Sit down."

"Okay." He was now an obedient patient. Seeing her like this, he didn't dare to refuse. He stretched out his injured hand, frowned and let Rachel do her job. She carefully cleaned his wound with alcohol cotton, and then picked up a piece of medium-sized gauze.

After analyzing his finger, she realized the gauze was a little too big for him. Rachel rummaged through the medicine box for scissors but she couldn't find them.

When she was about to stand up, Jack held her hand. He gently pulled her and fell back on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Frowning, Rachel tried to pull free from him. But after two failed attempts, she gave up.

Jack looked straight into her eyes with his dark eyes. "Rachel, are you worried about me? Is that why you came back in a hurry?"

Lowering her head, she lied, "No."