Mabel Quinn suddenly found it amusing yet perplexing, but her hand gently caressed his head, stroking it softly.
His expression seed sowhat happy, also a bit comfortable. At this mont, Mabel Quinn felt he resembled a lazy cat.
"Is your shoulder still hurting?" she asked.
He shook his head, "It’s okay, I can bear it. Even when it hurt more in the past, I was able to endure it." He seed to imply that this pain was negligible.
Yet Mabel Quinn sensed from his words that there had been even more painful tis. What kind of pain was that? His mory, presumably, only goes back to when he was 5 or 6 years old. At such a young age, had he already experienced that kind of "greater pain"?
Whenever she learned about aspects related to his childhood from his mouth, she felt discontent towards his mother, even resentful. Why treat a child like that? No matter how many grievances exist between adults, children should always be innocent. Even if she didn’t truly want to have this child, even if she couldn’t love this child, abuse should not occur.
"If it hurts, it’s okay to cry out loud. There’s no need to always endure it silently," she said.
"But I am a boy; boys shouldn’t cry out in pain," he said earnestly. That expression, serious and solemn, sowhat resembled the usual deanor of Kyle Kinston.
However, his expression soon turned bashful. He originally wanted to raise his hand to hug Mabel Quinn, but as soon as he lifted his arm, it tugged at his injured shoulder, and imdiately, his face scrunched up in pain.
"What’s wrong? Don’t move your arm; it will strain the wound. If you need sothing, just tell ," Mabel Quinn said quickly.
He said sowhat plaintively, "I just wanted to hug you, sister."
Mabel Quinn was taken aback for a mont, then smiled and said, "You can’t hug now. You’ll have to wait until you’re healed before you can."
Yet the next ti he appears, who knows when that will be.
"How about I keep you company watching animation?" Mabel Quinn suggested.
Kyle Kinston nodded, so Mabel Quinn turned on the TV, selected a children’s animation, and sat with him to watch.
Gurgle, his stomach made a noise, then he looked at her sowhat embarrassed.
Only then did she realize, he probably hadn’t eaten much for quite a while, so she pressed the bell to ask the nurse to prepare so food.
Soon, the nurse brought a plate of food with porridge as the staple dish. Mabel Quinn noticed it seed quite sumptuous, and it must have been prepared in advance; otherwise, it wouldn’t have co so quickly.
Mabel Quinn took the initiative to assu responsibility for feeding.
Kyle Kinston cooperated well with her feeding actions. Each ti she moved the spoon to his lips, he opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge.
And she made sure to blow on it each ti to cool it down, so it wouldn’t burn him.
Not until most of the porridge and several side dishes were eaten did he say he was full.
The nurse ca in to tidy up, and soon only the two of them were left in the room again.
"I like it when sister stays with like this," he suddenly said. "When I grow up, I’ll marry sister and make her my bride. Sister, would you be willing?"
Huh?
Mabel Quinn blinked and t Kyle Kinston’s dark eyes, but unlike his usual self, his eyes were filled with childlike innocence and expectation, so eagerly anticipating.
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