"Okay! I'll find someone else who'd like to take me." Justin glanced over the room and finally settled on Duke, his eyes flashing a cunning smile.
"Justin, don't even think about it. Although I can provide the food you want, your mischievousness is unpredictable, I don't know what else you'll demand from me. You'd better go back to where you belong! I don't want my home to become the trial base for your destruction."
Duke made himself clear before Justin said anything. Duke wasn't an idle man who had time to find trouble for himself. He decided to keep a distance from the wicked boy immediately. He was already in trouble, he wasn't in the mood to deal with Justin now.
Justin pursed his lips and sniffled, pretending to be hurt. He suddenly turned around and ran towards Edward. He threw himself into Edward's arms, regardless of everything. The cream on the corner of his mouth fell on Edward's black shirt as he cried bitterly, "Dad, they all hate me! Since you're my dad, promise that you won't abandon me like they did." Justin tucked his head on Edward's shoulder, rubbing his head like a spoiled child. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he had irritated Edward earlier.
"You finally realize that I'm the best. But why did you help someone anger me earlier?" Edward frowned. He patted Justin's back in comfort while despairing of his new shirt that Justin had just ruined. When he mentioned "someone," he glanced at Daisy.
"I'm sorry! Dad, you're the best father in the world. I promise I won't make you angry anymore." Everyone present thought that Justin was such a brown-noser. They wondered why such an intelligent man like Edward would accept such flattery. What a strange world!
Daisy smiled. It surprised her to see Edward holding a grudge for such a trifling thing. She'd never seen this childish side of Edward before. She thought that an arrogant and noble man like Edward would always look superior and be cool about everything. But Daisy thought that Edward seemed narrow-minded by saying that.
While everybody was enjoying themselves, a piercing ringing suddenly filled the room. The creepy ringtone was the kind of music in the horror movies, shocking everyone into silence. They turned to the direction of the ringing. When they finally pinpointed the person responsible, they were horrified. Wasn't he worried that such a ringtone would frighten the already fragile patients in the hospital? Or was he doing it on purpose so he could charge fees for saving them when they fainted? It was really a dirty business. This must be how they made money in hospital.
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