Female Novel
Chapter 1741
Chapter 1740 The World Of A Child
Shaun’s answer wasn’t what I expected. I shifted my gaze to him, but his face was solemn, and he
didn’t look as though he was lying.
A wealth of warmth suffused me, and a smile blossomed on my face out of the blue. I was happy on
Summer’s behalf that she had such a thoughtful and considerate brother.
Good things really do come at a turning point in time. Does this also mean that everything about
Ashton will also soon usher in a change?
“That’s a matter for the adults. You’re still young, so you merely need to study hard and grow up
healthily. Audrey has feelings of sorrow, and you can have your own feelings as well. You don’t need to
live for any of us. Do you understand me?”
I then patted him on the shoulder in gratification. Although I was moved, I still had to guide him on the
right path.
Shaun pursed his lips tightly without saying anything in response, so I wasn’t sure whether I got
through to him.
Ah, it doesn’t matter. There’s still plenty of time, so there’ll certainly be time to teach him slowly in the
future. He’s a boy, so I’ll wait for Ashton to come back and call the shots. ”Anyway, just do whatever
you want to do in the future. You don’t need to deliberately please anyone. Most importantly, make sure
that you’re happy. Got it?”
“But I want to do this. I want to make Summer happy. Can I not do that, Mrs. Fuller?” Shaun gazed at
me stubbornly.
Faced with such an innocent question, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed.
Perhaps I’m really too sensitive. He’s just a child who knows how to be grateful, so I truly shouldn’t use
the yardstick of the adult world to evaluate his every action. A child’s world is pure and without ulterior
motives. They don’t know what it means to pander to someone. They only know who is good to them,
repaying the person in the same manner. He only wants the girl who gave him a family to be happy.
There’s nothing wrong with that.
“Of course you can.” Smiling, I shook my head and put the document in my hand back on the desk.
Then I ruffled his hair. “You can continue reading if you want to do so, but promise me that you’ll go to
bed right away if you feel sleepy. Also, you can’t stay up later than three o’clock in the morning. Can
you do that?”
In a rare moment, a trace of delight crept onto his features. He nodded firmly. “Yes.”
After saying that, he sat back down and continued reading the documents. His serious mien rendered
him very much like an adult.
I silently walked over to the door. Glancing back over my shoulder, I sighed helplessly.
He’s still a kid at the end of the day. Not only are the few documents inadequate in explaining the
intricacies of business, but it’s even uncertain whether he can make sense of all the figures at such a
young age. It’s futile that he wants to delve into the adult world.
Clocking his enthusiasm, I couldn’t bear to rain on his parade.
I only hope that he’ll learn his limits and back down later. It’s too tiring for someone of his age to study
all that. Not everyone is as talented as Gregory and finds it effortless.
That night, I finally had a good night’s sleep and only woke up at half-past eight in the morning. After
preparing breakfast in a hurry, I rushed over to the hospital.
It was already ten o’clock when I arrived at the ward. John was so hungry that he wailed as soon as he
caught sight of me, “Ah, I’m dying! Letty, you actually want to starve me to death, don’t you?”
Good Lord! He’s really blasé that he’s still in the mood to tease me when his right hand is already in
such a condition. Oh well, what can I do? No matter what, he has all the power since he’s the patient
here. Hence, I had no choice but to mollify him, saying, “Sorry, my bad! I overslept. Here, I brought your
favorite chicken soup. Besides, there are tacos, pancakes, and also super delicious casserole. Hurry
up and eat!”
Narrowing his eyes, John swept his gaze over the spread. He then arched an eyebrow and regarded
me shrewdly. “You cooked all this?”
I bit my lower lip and nodded guiltily. “Yup. You’re picky about food, so you would’ve long since gone on
a hunger strike if I were to cook the same thing every day.”
For some inexplicable reason, John snickered. Then he picked up the fork and took a forkful of
casserole, bringing it up close and scrutinizing it. “This dish needs to bake for a long time. Considering
its golden color, it must have baked for at least twenty minutes, no?”
Without even thinking about it, I nodded in agreement. “Yup! I baked it for almost half an hour.”novelbin
Shaking his head, John put down the fork. The smile playing on his lips was peculiar, making me feel
awkward for some unknown reason.