“I know. I’m fine” Just like an adult, Robbie replied with a serious tone. “Be good and don’t make a fuss, all right?”
“Okay, we understand.”
The trio nodded at once.
“Go and play now.” Robbie gestured with his chin. “And keep your voices down.”
“Got it, Robbie.”
Just as they spoke, the girls covered their mouths, worried that they would disturb Robbie with their loud voices.
After the maids led the children downstairs, everyone heaved a sigh of relief when peace returned to the house.
While Robbie was about to return to his room, he noticed Danrique giving him a look of approval from the end of the corridor.
“Uncle Dan, shall we talk?”
Robbie had something to discuss with him.
Breaking into a smile, Danrique ushered the boy into the study.
In response, Robbie followed him in.
Inside, a nurse carefully placed a piece of gauze over the indwelling needle on the back of Robbie’s hand before leaving.
At the same time, a maid prepared some coffee and waited by the door.
“How’s your injuries?”
Drinking his coffee, Danrique gave Robbie a gentle look.
Robbie’s head was bandaged with blood faintly oozing out of his wound. His left wrist was dislocated while his legs were covered with lacerations.
On top of that, he had a bad cold. It was probably caused by the insufficient rest during his kidnap.
Nevertheless, Jesse didn’t harm him given how important he was as a hostage. Most of his wounds were incurred in the process of his escape.
“It’s just a scratch. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Despite being a seven-year-old, Robbie was as mature and steady as an adult.
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