The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 

Natalie did not expect Franklin‘s injury to be that severe. 

The sight of his purple bruise blotches tugged at her heartstrings. 

Franklin is only five years old. What has gotten into Old Mr. Bowers? How could he lay such a heavy hand on his great–grandson? 

Meanwhile, Franklin could not see the sorrowful look on Natalie‘s face as his back faced her. 

Wanting to cheer her up, he told a white lie. “I hope my bruise didn‘t scare you too much, Natalie. Don‘t worry. My great–grandpa is nearly eighty years old, so there‘s not much strength left in him. The pain isn‘t as bad as it seems.” 

“There‘s no need to act tough. Plus, I bet your mommy will be utterly heartbroken when she sees this,” Natalie murmured in response. 

“I have no mom. Sophia and I only have our daddy. No mommy,” Franklin said in a matter–of–fact tone. 

Upon hearing that, Natalie was at a loss for words. 

No mommy? Could it be that Sophia and Franklin‘s biological mother has passed away? 

At that thought, her heart ached even more for Sophia and Franklin. 

“Here.” Xavian reluctantly brought over the medical kit. However, after seeing the bruises on Franklin, his heart churned with pity for the latter. 

“Sweetheart, why don‘t you invite Sophia to play in your room?” said Natalie. 

“Alright, mommy,” replied Xavian. He then took Sophia‘s tiny hand in his and spoke with care. “Follow me, Sophia.” 

“Okay,” the little girl obediently responded. 

After applying some of her special ointment on a cotton swab, Natalie gently dabbed it onto Franklin‘s back. 

The five–year–old wanted to act tough but failed to tolerate the sharp pain on his back, so he let out a hiss of pain. 

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“That was an accident... I‘m not that weak!” Franklin explained with a pout, desperately trying to make up for himself. 

“Mm–hmm, sure. Hang in there for a while more, okay?” Natalie coaxed as she blew gently at his bruise. 

“Natalie, I already told you that it doesn‘t hurt!” Franklin insisted. 

“Oh, stop with that tough guy act! If it hurts, it hurts. It won‘t get any better if you pretend not to be in pain.” Natalie gradually exerted more force on the cotton swab in her hand. 

It looks like Yara hasn‘t changed one bit. She‘s still resorting to such dirty tactics, even when dealing with children, Natalie thought to herself.