Chapter 54 Does It Still Hurt?
The two boys had had a pretty good upbringing and knew that these two model figures were expensive. Although they liked them, they shook their heads at the little girl. “They‘re too expensive. We can‘t accept them.”
Estie tilted her head. She put the model figures beside them, then turned around and wrote in the small notebook: [Give it to brothers. Thanks. Help.] Nox looked at the small notebook she was holding, confused. This little girl had not written a complete sentence. How were they to know what she was trying to say? Lucian was a little confused at first but he soon understood. “Do you want to thank us for helping you that day?”
Estie nodded firmly. She put the small notebook aside and handed the model figures over to them again.
When Rosalie heard what her son said, she recalled that the kindergarten teacher seemed to have mentioned that Lucian and Nox had protected Estie the other day.
It was just that, what sort of conflicts would occur between children?
Looking at Estie, it seemed that she really took Lucian and Nox‘s help seriously.
“What happened that day?” Rosalie could not help asking.
Lucian said, “A classmate pushed her and hurt her. I told Nox to ask that classmate to apologize to her and then take her to the teacher.”
Rosalie nodded, understanding the situation now. “Mommy, can we keep them?” Seeing the little girl holding the model figures in her hand the entire time, Lucian felt a little sorry.
Rosalie agreed with a smile. “Take them. You guys can also give your own things to her.”
Hearing their mommy‘s words, the two boys reached out and accepted the model figures from Estie. They did not forget to say to her, “Thank you, Little Sister. Wait for us for a bit. We’ll find you a gift!”
With that, they trotted back upstairs with the model figures in their hands to search their room for a gift that they wanted to give back to the little girl.
Only Rosalie and Estie were left in the living room.
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