Miracle Cutie (Amelia and Benjamin) novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431 A Memory From His Own Childhood

All kids’ tummies were like that.

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Even when they were hungry, their tummies were still all round and puffy. Because they were so little-their insides were still all squished together.

Nina took Lester’s big hand and placed it on her stomach.

“Hungry!” she whined.

Taking her at her word, Lester picked up a plate to feed her.

And with that, he got to experience firsthand how hard it must be for Daniel. Nina kept saying she was hungry, but after the first few bites, she completely lost focus.

“Nelson, dig dig?

“Harry, hi!

“Wow, hat fall!”

Nina’s head kept turning left and right. She held food in her mouth, not swallowing, while she chatted with the other kids.

Her slow eating was enough to give Lester a headache. A sharp pain stabbed through his temples, and a blurry image flashed in his mind.

In it, he seemed to be holding a baby bottle, feeding a much smaller child. That kid was being just as uncooperative, refusing to drink.

His arm got tired from holding the bottle. The kid just wouldn’t swallow.

He couldn’t make out the child’s face clearly in the memory, but he could sense their mood. The little face was scrunched up in a clear pout.

Feeling that unhappiness, he remembered speaking, his arm aching. “Stop being mad,” he’d said. “I’ll take you out to play after you finish.”

Even after that promise, the kid in the memory still wouldn’t drink. The hazy scene ended there.

Lester knew it was a memory from his own childhood, though he wasn’t sure how old he was.

His adoptive father had told him he’d been abandoned by his parents as a sick kid, but he was tough and survived. The trade-off was that he couldn’t remember anything from those early

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years.

His adoptive father took him in and raised him, though “raised” was a generous term. It was far from a life of luxury. Lester felt no gratitude toward him.

He was only grateful to himself-for not dying when he was abandoned, for not dying from the illness that stole his memories, and for not dying under his adoptive father’s so-called care. He’d survived this long on his own strength.

Lost in thought, Lester frowned slightly. Nina, who was busy looking around, noticed his expression.

“You okay?” she asked, her mouth full of food.

She leaned her chubby little body up and reached a small hand to touch his furrowed brow.

Lester was silent for a moment before pushing back the lingering headache. He looked down at the concerned little girl in his arms.

“I’m fine,” he said evenly. “You focus on eating your food.”

“Okay!” Nina agreed readily. But her mouth was for talking, not for chewing.

Lester kept his patience, gently reminding her to swallow while silently scooping a heaping spoonful of food for the next bite.

Nelson and the other kids finished their meals much faster. Watching them get ready to play, Nina started to panic.

“Wait Nina!” she cried, squirming to get down. She was desperate to join them, just not desperate enough to actually eat.

To get her to finish, Nelson coaxed her, “We’ll wait for you, Nina. Take a big bite.”

With Nelson personally supervising and all the other kids watching, Nina finally managed to eat the rest of her meal.

Once done, she ran off to play. The group of children chased each other around, laughing and shrieking, their little faces flushed and sweaty.

Nina even took a tumble but didn’t cry. She just scrambled back up and kept running.

Lester finished his own meal while keeping an eye on her.

By the time he looked up again, she had fallen once more. This time, it must have hurt. She sat on the ground, her little mouth trembling, on the verge of tears.

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Chapter 431 A Memory From His Own Childhood

The other kids gathered around her.

“Nina, you okay?”

“Can you get up?”

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