Hendrix was not interested in bringing up trifles. After he sent the couple away, he focused on pleasing his little princess and said, "Daddy has punished the person who hurt Neal for you. Will you forgive me now?"
"Well..." Aurelia pursed her lips and didn't reply. Her small eyes rolled around, and I wondered what she was planning with her quick wit.
Hendrix straightened his back and frowned slightly. "It's something still to be considered?"
"Yes!" Aurelia giggled. It sounded like she was in a better mood. She grabbed Hendrix's fingers with her hands and rubbed them against him. "Dad, let's take Neal home. Don't leave him alone, okay?"
When Hendrix heard this, the smile on his face dissipated considerably. He swept a helpless glance at me before turning to look at the child on the bed again. The next second, he got up and led Aurelia to the bed, looking down at him.
"Why didn't you call for help?" Hendrix asked.
Neal was silent for a moment and replied hesitatingly, "The people who left me behind have never appeared again."
It sounded heart-wrenching to hear such words coming from a child's mouth. He was only six, yet he knew that there was no way to force a reunion in this world.
He looked calm on the outside, but he silently chewed on the suffering he experienced and pretended to swallow it.
What happened to him before was suspicious, but I believed that what he said had come from the heart. It was probably how all abandoned people in the world felt.
I was no longer so resistant to Aurelia's proposal.
After he said that, he seemed hurt and even weaker than when we first found him. Comfort at this time would likely do nothing much to help and since we had no experience with this, all we could do was keep him company in silence.
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