It didn't take long for Aron to notice Max as he approached, and not just notice him, but notice the bruises swelling across Max's face.
Part of his cheek was puffed up badly from the number of hits he'd taken, and even now, Max wasn't walking properly, limping slightly from the blows to the back of his leg and other places.
"Young Master, are you okay?!" Aron called out, rushing toward him.
Max kept his head low, his body swaying slightly where he stood.
"Do you always ask such obvious questions?" Max replied, his voice dry and flat. "You can see what state I'm in."
Thankfully, he'd changed shirts at the small clinic, otherwise, Aron might've completely lost it at the sight of all the blood.
"I got your message, but you didn't send anything back. I searched everywhere for you," Aron said, speaking fast. "I had the whole security team combing the school, but they couldn't find a single trace of you!"
