Joshua, with the vegetables still in his hands, hesitated for a while, before gently placing them on Luna's plate.
Luna furrowed her brows. Looking at how Joshua was so reluctant to do so, she was inexplicably depressed.
Clunk!
Luna placed her utensils down. "I’m full."
Then, she got up, instructed Lily to look after the two children, turned, and headed upstairs.
Sitting by the dining table, Joshua looked at Luna leaving. He could not help but sigh.
"Did you see that? It's not that I don’t try. I don't have any chances."
Nigel noticed all of Joshua’s actions. He furrowed his brows and looked at Joshua. His tone was so mature it did not sound like a six-year-old.
"If you don't have any chances, you create them. If you want to get the things you want, you cannot rely only o n Nellie's hard work."
Joshua paused for a while before raising his head and looking at Nigel. "Got it."
Nellie, on the other hand, widened her eyes. She had a n expression filled with shock.
Nigel...
Was Nigel not like Neil, they extremely did not like Joshua? They exceptionally hated him.
Why was Nigel talking to Joshua in that way at that moment?
Perhaps, Nigel saw through what Nellie was thinking. He gently cleared his throat and looked away. He did not dare meet Nellie's gaze. "Because I think that he's not too bad."
Getting Nigel’s answer, Nellie was silent for a while before smiling all the way to her eyes.
Luna returned to her bedroom. She laid on the bed, annoyed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
She closed her eyes and her mind was filled with Joshua's troubled expressions while placing food on her plate.
Luna furrowed her brows.
Was it so difficult for Joshua to give her some food?
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