'This child must be seven by now, right? Why is he so weak and frail?'
'I think I remember going to the boy's one-month celebration. I haven't seen him since. I'd heard from Faulkner that his grandson was sick, but he never went into detail. I always assumed it was just a common illness, never imagining it was this serious.'
Elder Faulkner hummed in acknowledgment and lovingly stroked his grandson's head. "Theon, this is Mr. Ashworth and Grandma Ashworth. Go on, greet them."
Theon Faulkner gave Mr. Ashworth and Grandma Ashworth a sweet, obedient smile. "Hello, Mr. Ashworth. Hello, Grandma Ashworth."
His soft, gentle voice was incredibly endearing to Mr. and Mrs. Ashworth. Seeing how frail he looked, a pang of pity shot through their hearts.
"Theon is such a good boy!" Mr. Ashworth praised gently.
