Noah burst into tears. They streamed down his pale little face, making for a truly pitiful sight. He sobbed, all the while watching Walker Grant’s expression. Seeing that his uncle wasn’t moved and was only watching him coldly, his sobs grew quieter and quieter.
The air in the hospital room was thick with the smell of disinfectant. The nearly four-year-old had already learned to play little games; he believed that if he looked pitiful enough, his uncle would take pity on him and grant his every request.
Walker Grant watched the tears Noah shed for Sunny Reed, and his gaze darkened. He reached out, carefully wiped the boy’s tears away, and said in a gentle voice, "Noah, be a good boy. You’re going to get better. From now on, Uncle Walker and Aunt Chloe will be here with you."
’He would never allow someone as vicious as Sunny Reed to stay by Noah’s side. This time, she poisoned Noah just to stay. What about next time? What other unimaginable things would she do if her wishes weren’t granted?’
So, Walker Grant simply comforted Noah without giving in to his request. The boy seemed to sense this. His little mouth puckered, and he began to cry even more heartbrokenly.
The thought of never seeing his mother again made him especially sad. He cried so hard he started to hiccup, which looked a little comical.
"A-Aunt Chloe doesn’t like me... I... I’m scared to look at her. Uncle Walker, *sob*... please just let Mom stay. I’m begging you, I’m really, really begging you..."
Walker Grant took a tissue and wiped the boy’s tears. ’He just needs to cry it out, and then he’ll calm down. He’s still too young; even if I told him certain things, he wouldn’t understand. But he’ll know everything when he’s older.’


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