Of course, smiling at such a time was hard for anyone.
Seeing Denise was not smiling, Thalia reached out and gently pinched the former's cheeks to form a smile. “This is more like it. Little princesses look better when they smile.”
However, the more Thalia behaved that way, the harder it was for the children to smile.
Tears flowed down Denise's cheeks, showing no signs of stopping.
“There, there. It's fine. Besides, I have Spencer. He's got great medical skills, and he loves me so much. He won't let me die just like that.”
For some reason, Denise let out a chuckle after hearing that.
Seeing that, Thalia chirped, “Now that's more like it. You look better when you smile. Hold on. What made you laugh?”
Denise shook her head and murmured, “Nothing.”
“Don't give me that. Do you really think I know nothing? Tell you what. The fact that I came back for good is all because Spencer begged me to. You guys witnessed it as well.”
“Yes, we know.” Denise nodded.
“Exactly. He likes me, but he's just too shy to admit it. Hence, there's nothing wrong with my statement earlier,” said Thalia with a haughty look.
Regardless of whether she was comforting them or being optimistic, the children understood one thing—if they could not avoid the sorrow, they should bury it in the bottom of their hearts. The most important thing during that period was to make her as happy as possible, no matter the ending.
At that thought, Denise composed herself and nodded with a smile. “You're right. Spencer's incredible and loves you so much. He definitely won't let anything happen to you.”
“Yep. That's right.” Thalia bobbed her head happily when she heard that.
“Please have a seat, Thalia,” prompted Denise while taking Thalia's arm to have the latter seated on the chair.
After sitting down, Thalia said, “I'm fine. I'm poisoned, not wounded. You don't have to take care of me like that.”
“It's the same. Yes, you're not wounded, but you're still a sick person who needs to be taken good care of,” insisted Denise.
Hearing that, Thalia raised a brow. “Really?”
“Of course.”
“Then... Will you do anything I ask of you?” queried Thalia.
Denise gave it some thought before nodding. “Yeah. As long as it's something I can do.”
“Help me bring Anthony over,” said Thalia. Pausing briefly, she could not help but mutter, “I've already apologized to him, yet he's still being so awkward.”
Hearing that, Denise immediately agreed, “That's not a problem.”
With that, she walked over to Anthony, who was standing on the side. He frowned when he saw Denise approaching.
“Tony, come here!” Denise went up and grabbed his hand.
“No!”
Nonetheless, Denise had no intentions of giving up. “Tony, if you insist on not going over, then don't blame me for pulling out my trump card.”
Anthony knitted his brows, but he resisted less.
Noting that, Denise hurriedly pulled him over to Thalia and said, “Here you go.”
“Good job!” praised Thalia.
Anthony rolled his eyes and looked away.
Shifting her gaze onto him, Thalia said, “Tsk. Look at you. You're being as difficult as a girl while your sister can be so comfortable around me. How can a little girl be better than you?”
Upon hearing that, Anthony refuted, “Denise didn't get into an argument with you!”
“Oh, that means you're still mad, huh? But I've already apologized to you. How could a man like you be so petty?” chaffed Thalia.
Anthony rebuked, “Who says I'm mad?”
“Then why are you acting like this?” asked Thalia.
Pondering for a while, he walked over to the side and sat on a chair. “It's nothing. I just don't feel like talking.”
Thalia snickered. “All right. Since you've said that, it means you're not mad at me, right?”
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