"No, it's okay..." said Yvonne Watson, shaking her head awkwardly, "You go ahead."
Flossie Wright shrugged, pretending to know nothing. She took the minced meat in her hands and walked towards the member of the cooking class who was making buns.
All the hopes in Yvonne Watson's heart had been smashed. Without any support, she felt a turmoil inside. Knowing that the buns were soon to be wrapped, she could not help but speed up her chopping action, each movement consciously vicious.
However, in less than two minutes—
"Ah—"
A desperate scream echoed through the kitchen. All the people in the cooking class stopped their actions in surprise, looking towards the sound. Yvonne Watson was still holding the knife, but the blade was stained with blood. On the back of her left hand, blood was continuously flowing out of a long and wide wound, a sight that was distressing to all.
"Someone take her to the hospital!"