She handed a pack of tissues to the little assistant and stuffed the other things in her arms to Isaac. Then she stepped forward towards Damian Knight.
"Damian Knight."
As soon as Sumr Monroe walked over, the little boy ran over to her with joy, reaching out to hug her leg.
But before the little boy could touch Sumr’s foot, he suddenly felt a tug on his collar. The next mont, his feet were off the ground, and his whole body was lifted by a large hand.
The little boy turned his head in shock, only to see Damian Knight holding him up like a little chick, his handso face dark and stern.
"Didn’t your family teach you that boys and girls shouldn’t be touching each other so casually?"
The little boy was frightened by Damian Knight’s cold eyes.
If even adults can’t handle Damian Knight’s icy gaze, how could a child?
The little boy looked up and began to cry loudly, "Waaaah..."
The boy’s mother instinctively ran over, but when she was a ter away, she hesitated and stopped.
She... she had no face to protect her son.
Her son understood what she didn’t, it was no wonder everyone criticized her.
She really... shouldn’t have done that.
Sumr noticed the dim look on the little boy’s mother’s face and paused for a mont, then said, "Damian Knight, give the child back to his mother. You’ve scared him."
Damian Knight wrinkled his nose; he had never raised a child, how would he know they’re so easily frightened?
What a hassle!
Damian Knight put the little boy directly in front of the boy’s mother, with no expression on his face, he said, "Here’s your crybaby back. Don’t let hear you talk that way again."
The child, with a short mory, after being frightened, pounced into his mother’s arms the mont he landed.
The woman quickly picked up her son.
It wasn’t until her son wrapped his arms around her too that she finally felt her son was really alive.
"Son... it’s mommy’s fault..." She held her son and started to cry, sobbing.
It took a while for her crying to stop. She looked at Sumr, opened her mouth as if to say sothing, but in the end, she just held her son and bowed towards Sumr.
At this mont, silence spoke louder than words; her bow conveyed all her gratitude and apology.
I’m sorry, thank you.
Sumr nodded slightly at the woman, forgiving her easily.
The woman was just anxious. She didn’t really an any harm, and if she had lost her foster parents and brother, who knows how she might have collapsed.
Empathy.
Damian Knight saw through her thoughts, snorted slightly, and said, "You’re the good guy, leaving to play the villain."
Sumr pretended to glare at Damian Knight with feigned anger and said, "Oh, don’t ntion it! Didn’t you promise you’d co down as soon as possible? Do you know you nearly scared ... and Isaac to death!"
Damian Knight’s eyes deepened at her first words, but by the end, that depth was replaced by a fleeting loneliness.
He curled a corner of his mouth, muttering softly, "It’s all because of you..."
Sumr didn’t hear him clearly and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"
Damian Knight pulled a book from the inner pocket of his jacket, and casually tossed it into her arms.
Sumr instinctively caught what Damian Knight threw and looked down to see a slightly yellowed notebook.
She asked, puzzled, "What’s this?"
Damian Knight replied indifferently, "I don’t know if it’s what you’re looking for. Take a look yourself. I’m going to ask Isaac what’s going on."
With that, he stopped looking at Sumr and walked towards Isaac.
Sumr glanced at Damian Knight’s back, feeling that even his retreating form exuded an air of arrogance.
What on earth is it?
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