Anne and Neil were arguing about what to eat for lunch when the nurse rushed into Anne’s office.
“There’s a patient with an injury on her foot. She specifically requested the best doctor to stitch her up.”
It sounded hilarious to Anne.
“I’m a senior plastic surgeon. Were they asking her to perform simple tasks like stitching up wounds?
“But…”
The nurse looked awkward.
“The patient is so arrogant and domineering, saying that she’s Mr. Brettley Morrison’s fiancée and must be treated by the best doctor in our hospital…”
Neil frowned slightly. Brettley’s fiancée? Was that not the little mistress, Cynthal? He blinked and quickly raised his hand to tug at Anne’s sleeve.
“Godmother, you have nothing to do anyway. Why don’t you let her in and stitch her up? Don’t make it difficult for the nurse.”
She glanced suspiciously at Neil.
“Since when did you little fox grow to be so kind?”
Neil chuckled.
“Just take it that I’m eager to please this beautiful nurse!”
As soon as he said this, the nurse quickly smiled and said,
“Thank you, handsome little Neil!”
Under their insistence, Anne had no choice. She sighed,
“Show her in.”
She turned her head and glanced at Neil, only to find that he was flipping through his schoolbag.
“What are you looking for?”
“I remember there was a jar of salt in my bag.”
Anne was floored. Why was this little rascal stuffing everything into his schoolbag?
Not long after the nurse left, Cynthal was led into Anne’s office.
“Be careful when stitching up my wound. I don’t want any scars!”
Cynthal ordered coldly before she leaned back in her chair and started watching videos on her phone. Her behavior displeased Anne, but she was a doctor above all else. Lowering her head, she began to stitch Cynthal’s wound seriously. Just as Anne squatted down and was about to start sewing, all while Cynthal was watching a drama on her phone, Nigel accidentally fell on Anne.
“Ouch!”
His little finger landed right on Cynthal’s wound. He took the opportunity to wipe the salt on his fingers onto her wound—
“Argh!”
Cynthal was in so much pain that her entire face contorted in an instant, and she almost jumped out of the chair. That startled Anne completely.
“Sorry……”
Nigel quickly bowed his head and confessed his mistake,
“Beautiful Auntie, I didn’t mean it. just… accidentally fell…”
Cynthal’s facial features were distorted with pain AS she stared at Nigel viciously.
“careless? That’s it?”
“It was an accident.”
Nigel pursed his lips and looked at Cynthal with those pitiful doe eyes.
“Pretty Auntie, if you’re really angry… You can fall on top of me.”
Cynthal’s eyes were round with anger. She was an adult! Was she going to fall flat on this stinky boy?
“Pardon me, this is my godson. Children like to fool around,”
Anne apologized in a low voice as she began to disinfect Cynthal’s wound with alcohol.
“It’ll hurt a bit, so please bear with it.”
Cynthal’s screams suddenly sounded more intensely in the office.
Anne finished sterilizing the wound and began to suture it. Cynthal still looked down at her phone, her attention on the show. She was nearing a pivotal moment in the plotline when her cell phone suddenly beeped that the Wi-Fi password was incorrect.
Cynthal frowned.
“What’s going on?”
Beside her, Nigel cautiously leaned over.
“Pretty Auntie, let me help you get the password..as an apology for what I just did.”
Cynthal scrutinized the boy and, presumably thinking that this little boy would not lie, handed him her phone. Nigel took her mobile phone, quickly logged in to Cynthal’s mobile account with his spare mobile phone, and synced all her messages. Once finished, he deleted the verification information in Cynthal’s phone and logged in to the Wi-Fi he just changed the password for. Nigel moved quickly, and coupled with his young age, Cynthal was completely unaware. She took the cell phone he handed back to her and smiled arrogantly.
“Okay, I forgive you!”
Nigel returned her gaze and smiled crookedly.
“Pretty Auntie, you’re so kind!”
Pleased with his compliment, Cynthal finally left, satisfied. After she left, Anne quickly closed the door and forced Nigel to the corner and questioned him,
“Why did you rub salt into her wound? And the last time she was in the restaurant, you were the one that made it so that she couldn’t get out of the bathroom, right? Do you have something against her?”
Nigel changed into a more comfortable position and leaned on the small bed.
“Guess.”
… That night. After Bethan coaxed Nellie to sleep, she secretly went out to call Nigel.
“Fine. I know you’re taking care of Nellie, so I didn’t bother you.”
On the other end of the phone, Nigel sounded level-headed and relaxed.
“I’m fine with Godmother.”
“You and Nellie…”
He remembered what he had read in Cynthal’s phone before—her conversation with her friend. The little boy sighed.
“Be careful over there. That mistress isn’t a good person.”
Although he could clearly monitor the contents of Cynthal’s phone, her entire life was not written on her phone, and he could
not control everything.
“I know.”
Bethan sighed.
“While you live at Godmother’s house, don’t cause trouble for her, do you hear me?”
“I know, I’m not a kid anymore.”
Nigel rolled his eyes.
“The nurses in Godmother’s hospital like me, so don’t worry.”
His mature tone amused Bethan as he acted as if he was a little adult, smiling helplessly. After speaking with him a little more, she hung up the phone and went back to the villa. On the coffee table in the living room were fragments of wedding photos Cynthal had torn down during the day.
She frowned.
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