"Keep an eye on him. Besides, Vincent, stay here and guard the villa. Stop him from going out for the next few days. Ask him to clean up the house and do his job."
"Yes."
Vincent opened the car door and got off. He watched as the two cars drove in the direction of Russell's Villa.
Only when Russell saw Viola sitting in the dining room the next morning eating breakfast that Chana made did he know that she had returned.
He had wanted to go over and tease her, but he suddenly found that she was holding a spoon in her left hand, eating.
Her right hand was hanging and wasn't on the dining table.
Russell circled around her and sat down on the chair next to her, only to see that her right hand was bandaged.
"Viola, what happened to your hand?"
"Nothing, I was bitten by a dog," Viola said casually as she continued to eat her oatmeal.
Russell was very distressed. "How dare the dog! I will help you chop it!"