When Fennie applied medicine for him, it hurt a lot, and he had tears in his eyes, only feeling a bit better after Fennie's gentle blowing and kissing.
He looked curiously at Thomas Shannon and finally couldn't help but ask aloud, "Naughty Daddy, doesn't it hurt?"
"Not at all."
Oliver Westlake had a look that said 'You're lying, it looks very painful.'
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, "For a real man, this pain is nothing."
Sophie Sullivan washed some strawberries, made a fruit salad with dressing, and brought it out.
The timing was perfect; Snowball had treated Thomas Shannon's wound, and now Charlie River was tidying up the medical box.
The bloodstain on the man's face was wiped clean, and the wound on his forehead was bandaged with gauze, faintly oozing some blood and creating a slight red haze.
Seeing this scene, Sophie Sullivan was suddenly at a loss for words.
She seemed to have underestimated her precious daughter.
"Snowball, Oliver, come eat some fruit."
