When he said that, it was her fault!
"I'll go see how Bentaley's washing is going."
Shoving the ointment in his hand, Rosemary headed for the bathroom.
Seeing Rosemary fleeing from here, Wilson had the corners of his lips slightly hooked up, smiling straight to the bottom of his eyes.
Rosemary pushed open the door and walked in. Before she could speak, she was stunned by the bruises on Bentaley's back.
Looking at the bruises on his back, Rosemary hurriedly covered her mouth to keep from crying out.
"It must have hurt!"
She really didn't understand how May could hit so hard, he was just a five year old!
I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I was afraid of touching his wound, biting my lower lip lightly and trying not to cry out.
If Maxine saw her son like this, she would be as heartbroken as he is!
Bentaley didn't expect Rosemary to come in suddenly, turned her head and reached out her thin little hand to comfort her, "Auntie, don't cry, I'm not in pain!"
"Bentaley don't worry, as long as there is auntie in, no one will ever hit you again!"
Rosemary's heart broke as she looked at the shocking bruises.
"Auntie, I'm really fine! Don't you be sad!"
"What's wrong?"
Hearing cries in the bathroom, Wilson pushed the door open and came in, his brows furrowed together when he saw the bruises on Bentaley's body.
Then he spoke to Rosemary, "Wash him up and bring him out for medication, then have him checked out by a doctor!"
"Good!"
Rosemary carefully finished his bath, took a towel and wrapped him in it, and was about to carry him when she heard Wilson say, "I'll carry him, you're still hurt!"
Carried him to the bed where the doctor was already waiting.
The doctor, a woman, was also taken aback by the bruises on Bentaley's body when the towel was removed.
Raised his head and looked at Wilson, who had a cold air all over his body, his mouth opened, and finally said, "Fortunately, there is no injury to the bones, but some superficial injuries, I will prescribe some ointment for him to rub, it does not take a week to heal!"
Handing the ointment to Rosemary, the female doctor finally couldn't help but say, "Madam, the child always makes a big mistake, but you can't hit him that hard, he's still just a child after all."
Rosemary was flabbergasted and was about to speak when she heard Bentaley's childish voice ring out, "The injuries on my body were not inflicted by my aunt, it was my aunt and uncle who saved me."
"Uh ......"
When the female doctor heard Bentaley's words, she said to Rosemary with embarrassment, "Madam, I'm sorry! I misunderstood you guys!"
"It's okay, if it were me, I'd think the same thing!"
After saying that, Rosemary took the ointment and cotton swab and carefully applied it to him, blowing on it as she did so.
Wilson, standing by, saw the tears slipping from the corners of her eyes and sighed softly in his heart.
After dinner, after Rosemary had fallen asleep with Bentaley, she came into the room and saw Wilson who was working on his work in front of the computer.
"He's asleep?"
"Well, just fell asleep!"
Pounding his shoulders, Rosemary went to the water fountain and poured himself a glass of water.
Wilson put down his computer and beckoned her to sit down next to him.
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