Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 386

I decided to head home, thinking of rallying Stella and the gang from the amusement park, but they were deep into their fun and I hesitated. Eventually, I sent them a text message and went on my way alone.

My house wasn't too far from here; the walk would help me cool off after the tense situation.

To my surprise, Neil, Karina, and their son Hiram were also heading in the same direction.

"Hey!" Hiram caught up with a couple of strides, waving at the twins, Serena and Brandon, in the stroller before starting to make funny faces at them.

Karina, for once, put a stop to Hiram's antics, "Hiram, come here!"

Hiram pouted slightly, "Mommy, I'm just having a bit of fun. They're so cute!"

Karina's expression shifted subtly at Hiram's comment, but she quickly agreed, "Yes, they are indeed cute. Don't you think they resemble that gentleman we saw at the hospital the other day?"

Hiram pondered for a moment before shaking his head and answering, "I don't think so... I think he..."

He pointed at Brandon in the stroller, then at Neil, "He looks like…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Karina quickly interrupted him, "Hiram, have you completed your English workbook today? I remember you rushing out before finishing!"

At Karina's question, Hiram looked taken aback and a bit anxious, "Mommy, I..."

Neil spoke up then, "That's all right, there's always tomorrow. We can take our time learning."

Hiram quickly hid behind Neil, nodding vigorously, "Right, Dad. You noticed that my English has improved, right? I'm a genius!"

"Even a genius needs to study hard, got it? Don't use your dad as a shield," Karina said with a smile of satisfaction on her face. Seeing Neil and Hiram getting along must've made her happy; it's what she'd been hoping for all those years.

I bit my lip and hastened my pace.

I walked so fast that I stumbled over a rock and twisted my ankle. I was speechless at the unfortunate timing of this accident.

I attempted to push the stroller home despite the intense pain, but it was impossible to ignore and even harder to walk normally.

Neil immediately exclaimed, "How many times are you going to twist those ankles of yours?"

I turned to look at him, surprise flashing in his eyes. He seemed as surprised as I was about his subconscious reaction. His surprise quickly turned into indifference.

"Has Ms. Finch always had a history of twisting her ankles?" Karina asked, glancing between Neil and me. "If so, it's best to get it checked at the hospital."

"No need. I'll just apply some ointment when I get home," I declined Karina's suggestion, attempting to continue walking despite the pain.

The exertion needed to push the stroller only amplified the pain in my ankle.

Just as I was about to call my parents for help, someone took the stroller from me. A set of long, well-defined hands gripped the handle and continued to push the stroller forward.