"Who gave these?"
"I would really like to know!"
If Adrian Desmond knew who it was, he would definitely have a talk with that man. Did he really think Adrian’s wife was soone he could flirt with? Was he tired of living or what?
...
"Curly, tomorrow is 520. I’ll fly back to see you, okay?" George asked cautiously on the phone. "I want to ask you out on a date."
"No! I told you, I won’t go out with you!" Curly shouted, her voice full of anger.
"Did you like the roses I sent you?"
"No, I didn’t like them at all! I don’t like the flowers you sent ! I hate roses the most! In fact... as long as it’s a flower from you, I hate it!"
"Then I won’t send them anymore..." George said dejectedly.
"And... don’t call anymore!" Curly declared. "I’m not celebrating 520. I’m celebrating Children’s Day on June 1st!"
"I’ll celebrate Children’s Day on June 1st too! I’ll fly back, and we can celebrate together," George persisted.
"No!"
...
"Adrian, I think I might have been flattering myself. These flowers weren’t ant for , after all..."
After hearing her daughter’s conversation, Sienna Johnson realized that the flowers were not for her.
"Luckily, they weren’t for you, otherwise..." Adrian comnted.
Kiki saw Sienna co back and walked over with a smile on her face. "Our Curly has so much charm! She received more flowers in one go than I probably will in my entire life."
Lucas Robertson took note of Kiki’s words. If she liked flowers, he could send them too.
"These flowers were for Curly?" Sienna asked, wondering when her daughter had beco so charming.
The room was filled with roses; they must have cost a lot of money.
Curly was only four years old, and as far as Sienna knew, her admirers were also around four or five. At such a young age, where would they get so much money to send Curly so many roses?
Could it be that children nowadays had beco so rich? Back in the day, when she was at the Orphanage, she had to wait until her birthday to eat a candied haw. Sienna couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness at the thought.
"Who sent these flowers?"
"George."
"George?"
"Yeah." Kiki looked at Curly, who was furiously stomping on the roses. George had intended to win her favor, but it had clearly backfired—Curly didn’t seem to like them at all.
Feelings were truly strange. Curly had a lively and cheerful personality and got along well with everyone. She had many friends, and everyone liked her, yet Curly just didn’t like George.
Sienna glanced at Adrian and said, "See? I told you George is no good! At such a young age, he’s already spending money so lavishly. You can tell he’s not the type to manage a household well. If Curly married George, she would surely suffer in the future!"
Adrian sympathized deeply with George. He hadn’t managed to win over the girl he liked, and now he had also offended his future mother-in-law. If George really wanted to marry their Princess, it would be... difficult, difficult, difficult!
"AH..." Curly suddenly scread. Adrian rushed over like the wind, held her in his arms, and worriedly asked, "What’s wrong? Tell Daddy, what’s wrong?"
"My foot, my foot... boo hoo..."
"What’s wrong with your foot?"
Adrian let his daughter sit on his lap and lifted her aching foot. That’s when he noticed a rose thorn embedded in the sole.
Adrian was furious. "What’s wrong with that George? Sending roses with thorns—does he even have a brain?"
"Daddy, my foot hurts, it’s so painful..."
"I’ll take you to the hospital."
Sienna walked over, crouched down, and looked at her daughter’s foot. "It’s just a small prick. Why go to the hospital? Don’t you know the doctors are very busy?"
"If we don’t get it treated at the hospital, what if the wound gets infected? What if she gets tetanus?" Adrian felt uneasy and still thought they should go to the hospital.
Sienna pursed her lips. This man could get shot and act as if nothing happened, yet Curly gets a tiny prick from a rose thorn, and he’s this anxious? Was he exaggerating?
"You forgot, I studied dicine too. Although I’ve never practiced as a doctor, I’ve treated Sixth Master’s wounds before, and I handled your gunshot wound. A little injury like your daughter’s from a rose thorn is no problem at all."
Kiki brought the dical kit over and placed it beside Sienna. "Sienna, here’s the dical kit. I brought it over. You should treat Curly quickly. Look how much pain she’s in."
"Mom, it hurts..."
"Really, Jayce, do you have to be so dramatic?" Sienna chided. "Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’ve suffered so terrible injury. It’s just a small prick from a thorn. Is it really necessary to exaggerate this much?"
"Mom, it’s easy for you to say since the thorn didn’t prick your foot! Of course, you don’t feel the pain!"
"And you think you’re right?"
"Adrian, hold her foot." Sienna took out a pair of tweezers and clamped the thorn on Curly’s sole. Before she even pulled, Curly started wailing, "It hurts! It’s killing ... Mom, be gentle!"
Sienna looked exasperated. "I haven’t even pulled it out yet." With that, she yanked it out forcefully.
Curly scread, "Mom, pull it out gently! Be gentle..."
"It’s out."
"You’re lying! It’s not out at all. My foot still hurts!" Curly was scared and didn’t dare to look, covering her eyes the whole ti.
Sienna applied disinfectant to her daughter’s sole and then said, "It’s really out. Look for yourself."
Curly peeked through her fingers at her foot. Indeed, the thorn had been removed.
She asked dramatically, "Mom, will it leave a scar?"
"It was just a tiny prick, why would it leave a scar? Even if it did, it’s on the sole of your foot. Who’s going to see it?"
"I’ll see it! Mom, you should still take to The Departnt of Dermatology at the hospital. I’m afraid it will leave a scar. If there’s a scar, Curly won’t be pretty anymore..." Curly said coyly.
Adrian looked skeptically at Sienna, his gaze like that of soone observing a quack doctor. "That’s it? Don’t you need to bandage it?"
Sienna’s mouth twitched. "Adrian, it was just a prick on her foot. The wound is only a tiny bit bigger than a mosquito bite. Do you need a bandage when you get bitten by a mosquito?"
"But she says it’s very painful."
"It’s just psychological!"
Curly sobbed in Adrian’s arms. "Daddy, why is my life so hard...? I’ve suffered so much at such a young age. Boo hoo..."
Sienna was speechless.
"Sweetie, Daddy will get revenge for you. When we return to Abyanabad in a few days, I’ll turn George into a human porcupine!"
Curly’s eyes, though red, stopped tearing up. "Really?"
This, huh...?
"Yes, really! But you’ll have to do the poking yourself!" Adrian thought his daughter was still very kind-hearted and probably wouldn’t do such a cruel thing.
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