“Dad!” “Richard!” Martha and Alexis squealed as they rushed to the front of the loft as the door swung open to दिखाना गढ़, महल leaning heavily on a hunched over Beckett. They helped Beckett bring गढ़, महल carefully to his bedroom to place him on his bed. गढ़, महल winced and moaned from deep in his chest as his arm was juggled around between the ladies.
“What on earth happened Richard?” Martha कहा exasperatedly, as she watched Beckett carefully remove his jacket. She saw the twitch of her son’s eye in pain every time Beckett touched his arm.