As it turned out, even when he was visiting Nigel, a call from Fiona was all it took for him to leave without a single look back.
"Daddy must be busy with work." Nellie was worried Nigel would be hurt, so she hurriedly comforted him." Maybe it’s serious..." The little girl held her brother's hand. "Don't worry, Nigel, Daddy cares about you. He loves you a lot."
Nigel smiled. "I know."
Looking at the two children pretending to be tough, not just Luna, but even Anne felt furious. She bit her lip and cursed Joshua out to herself, then patted Luna's shoulder lightly and tried to comfort her softly.
Luna did not actually need comforting. She saw him for the man he was a long time ago. But...
She looked at the two cute children in front of her and could not help the bout of despair that welled up in her chest. They were just like her in the past, as long a s he was slightly nicer to them, they felt as if the entire world was theirs. She was worried the children would not be able to accept it and would be sad and depressed.
Throughout the next week, Luna stayed in the hospital to take care of Nigel. His body did not reject the transplanted bone marrow and was improving day
by day.
A week later, he was discharged from the hospital, and the child in him floated to the surface, holding Nellie's hand as they jumped and hopped into Christian's car.
Seeing the little guy's lively movements, Luna could not help but sigh. He was a child after all. No matter how mature he usually acted, when it was time to be childish, he was as childish as any other child his age.
"You can't expect a six-year-old to act more mature than me every day?”
Maybe he had read Luna's mind, Christian leaned on the car door and smiled as he looked at her. "Children should be children."
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