“You haven't fully recovered yet, Char. You don't need to attend school tomorrow. So why do you still want to go to kindergarten tomorrow?” Harold questioned gently and softly, as it was his first time being someone's “father.”
“The kids at the kindergarten laughed at me because I don't have a daddy. I want to show them that I, too, have a daddy just like them!” replied Charlotte aggrievedly.
Upon hearing her words, the three adults' hearts ached. Wrenna was the first to break down. She turned away and covered her mouth to suppress her sobs.
Harold, too, felt a lump in his throat.
“No, you can't go to kindergarten like this, as you haven't recovered yet. Have your dinner first. When you're all better, your daddy would go to kindergarten with you. Otherwise, the teachers won't let him in,” explained Margarette, who was standing behind Harold.
“Really, Daddy? When I'm all better, you will go to kindergarten with me, right?” Charlotte questioned anxiously.
“Yes, your teacher is right. As long as you be a good girl and eat your food, you'll recover soon enough. By then, I'll take you everywhere you want to go,” said Harold as he patted Charlotte's head.
“Let's make a pinky promise!” After pondering, Charlotte still seemed uneasy as she stretched out her pale little finger.
Harold instantly stretched out his hand and hooked his finger with hers.
“I want to eat. I want to get jabbed so that I can recover. Then, Daddy and I can go to kindergarten together,” said Charlotte to the nurse after she and Harold made a pinky promise.
Wrenna immediately took out the pumpkin soup that she bought from Whitney's Place.
“I want Daddy to feed me!” Charlotte said in a mellow voice while pointing at Harold.
Wrenna felt that since she had already paid Harold, it was only natural for Harold to properly play his role as Charlotte's father. So, she passed him the pumpkin soup right away and let him feed Charlotte.
It was a heartwarming scene in the ward as Harold fed Charlotte.
“Wrenna, my son's home alone. I have to go home to take care of him,” said Margarette. She was reminded of her own son when she looked at the “father-and-daughter” duo. Then, she bid them goodbye.
“Daddy, don't go, okay? Could you stay here tonight to keep me company?” asked Charlotte as she grabbed onto Harold's hand and refused to let him leave after she had finished her meal.
“All right. I won't leave tonight. I'll just stay here and keep you company, okay?” Harold agreed instantly. Since Isabella hadn't returned to Dellmoor yet, Harold would be alone at home anyway.
“Then you could read me a bedtime story. I want to hear stories about the God of War. Usually, before I sleep, Mommy would always read me stories about the God of War,” pleaded Charlotte.
“All right. I'll tell you the story about the God of War's childhood,” replied Harold.
As he reminisced about his past, he began telling the story, recounting every single thing that happened to him when he was young. “The God of War's mother used to be the housekeeper of a prestigious family...”
Two hours later, Charlotte finally fell asleep, and Harold stopped telling the story.
Wrenna, who was sitting by the bedside and watching the “father-and-daughter” duo, was fascinated by the story.
“Why did you stop? So where did the God of War go after he was discharged from the military?”
Wrenna felt that Harold's story sounded too realistic. It was as if he himself was the God of War, and he was telling the story about his life.
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