Arron raised his little face and looked at me seriously. “I have to say one thing.”
“What is it?” I felt puzzled. Was he going to say Crystal wasn’t his mother?
“Mommy is not ugly. She’s the most beautiful person in the world. She is much more beautiful than those people just now.”
The kitten turned into a tiger and spoke at me aggressively.
Rufus’ POV
Afraid that I might not believe him, Arron repeated himself stubbornly. “I’m telling the truth. My mommy is not ugly.”
I smiled. “I know. Your mommy is not ugly. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have given birth to such cute children as Beryl and you.”
Arron seemed satisfied with my response, because he then broke into a smile. Although his face was haphazardly wrapped in bandages, I could still see the smile on his face.
For some reason, this made me feel better. Maybe in every child’s eyes, their mother was the most beautiful. Or maybe Crystal really was beautiful before she was disfigured.
However, they say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Crystal’s eyes were beautiful, and even if she had a common face, nothing could conceal the brightness in her eyes.
My curiosity was piqued. “Can you tell me what your mommy looks like?”
Arron thought about it carefully and then said, “Her shiny eyes are like pearls, her smile is like a rainbow, and her face is neither round nor long-it’s just right. Most importantly, Mommy has a very nice scent and her hugs are the best.”
Hearing Arron’s description, I was quite amused. “Well, I can’t wait for the day I get to see your mommy’s face with my own eyes.”
Arron nodded vigorously. “Good!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle and ruffle his hair affectionately. Only then did I notice that there were tears in his trousers, revealing the bruises on his knees. I turned around and asked one of the guards to call a doctor. Then I was about to scoop Arron up, but he stepped away decisively.
“It’s no big deal. I can walk.”
After saying that, Arron limped in front of me, toting the stray scarf in his hands. He wore a determined expression, but his cheeks were so round that he looked more cute than fierce.
Although Crystal was unruly and presumptuous, she had raised the two children well. Although Beryl was a little naughty, she was smarter than other children. Arron, on the other hand, was very well- behaved. And even though I just met him today, I felt as though I had to protect him.
While I was deep in thought, the poor little boy who was hobbling in front of me suddenly fell down.
Clicking my tongue, I carefully picked up the child, patted his cheek, and said gently, “When you have to be brave, then be brave. But when there’s no need to be strong, learn to rely on others. It’s the privilege of a child to show weakness occasionally.”
Arron didn’t say anything. He just stared at me wordlessly.
I thought my tone might be too harsh just now, so I hurriedly added, “I wasn’t blaming you. I just think that you’re still young, so it’s okay to ask grown-ups for help sometimes. Even if you burst into tears right here and now, I’ll still think you’re great. It is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Do you cry?” Arron asked suddenly.
I choked. I really couldn’t remember the last time I had cried. Perhaps I was five or six years old? But in order to convince him, I explained patiently, “Crying is nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes it’s a good way to vent overwhelming emotions. Everyone cries sometimes. It may be tears of sadness or even tears of joy. It’s normal to cry. You don’t have to hold them back for the sake of looking strong.”
Arron fell silent again and lowered his head.
I thought he might be too young to understand what I was saying, so I dropped the subject. When I was about to take him to the lounge to see the doctor, he suddenly asked, “Are you my father?”
Arron’s POV
I looked at the man in front me. Mommy said he wasn’t our father, but Beryl said he was. Beryl called him “Daddy”, so what was I supposed to call him? I thought of “Daddy-Long-Legs”, because he was very tall. I always had to raise my head to look at him properly.
When I asked him if he was my father, he looked very surprised. His reaction made me very sad. It was impossible for him to be Beryl’s Daddy but not mine, because Beryl was my twin. Mommy was our Mommy, so her Daddy had to be my Daddy, too.
“What made you ask that?” he asked slowly.
I looked at him and my heart felt a bit hopeful. “Beryl is my sister. If you’re her Daddy, then you’re my Daddy also, right?”
The man suddenly laughed. “I saved Beryl, but I’m not her Daddy. The last person she saw before she fell into a coma was me, so she thinks I’m her father. Her memory is a bit muddled. In order not to make her sad, we didn’t correct her. We had to help her recover her memory first.”
Mommy said the same thing, but I didn’t want to believe her. Now that I heard it from Beryl’s Daddy, I felt sad again.
He was the one who saved me from those mean she- wolves. I thought he was very cool and really hoped that he was my father. Plus, I felt like I had seen him before, and I felt comfy when I was in his arms.
I didn’t say anything more about it. He asked me many questions, and Mommy taught me to be polite to my elders, so I answered all of them.
He took me to a room, and there was a doctor inside waiting for us. He was an old man with grey hair and a white coat, and that was how I knew he was a doctor. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a mint lollipop made of herbs.
I put it in my pocket and didn’t eat it. I wanted to give it to Beryl later. She liked mint candy the most.
“Arron, let the doctor check your bruises.” The man with the long legs took off my dirty coat and put his jacket on me.
I rolled up my sleeves and saw many boo-boos on my arm.
When the tall man saw my arms, he looked very angry. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” I whispered to him, trying to calm him down.
He didn’t say anything. He just patted my head and said, “It’s okay if it hurts. You can tell us.”
I pouted. Well, I still felt a little bad. I missed Mommy. I just wanted to see her right now. “I want my Mommy.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve already sent someone to look for your mommy. She’ll be here soon,” the long-legged man said in a nice voice.
The doctor also said, “Your mommy will be here after I check your bruises.”
Hearing this, I felt much better. I obediently pulled up my pants so that the doctor could see the wounds on my legs.
“By the way, his face has been covered in bandages for a long time now. Can you check what kind of injury it is, doctor?” The tall man suddenly asked the doctor to take off my bandages.
No! I quickly held my head and shouted, “No, not now! You can check it when Mommy comes!”
“Don’t be afraid, Arron. He’ll just take a look at the wound. This doctor specializes in brain damage. Your mommy will be relieved if he checks your head wound.” The tall man ignored me when I told him no. I couldn’t break my promise to Mommy. Besides, I wasn’t really hurt. I didn’t want them to think I was a little liar!
Rufus’ POV
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