"Don’t worry, I’ll cure you." Matthew Morgan seed to know her worries and fears and comforted her by gently ruffling her hair.
Whenever he spoke, he carried such authority that one believed him without reason.
Hearing his words, Chloe Grant felt much more at ease.
This must be Uncle Morgan...
Chloe thought.
Matthew Morgan led Chloe Grant to the bathroom, squeezed so toothpaste for her, and helped her hold the toothbrush and the cup filled with water.
"Tilt like this, then you can spit, understand?"
He gently touched Chloe Grant’s head to let her feel the angle needed to lower her head.
He was patient and gentle, showing no signs of disdain.
This is... Lucas Morgan?
At this mont, Chloe Grant felt very confused inside.
She couldn’t see and couldn’t tell if the person beside her was Matthew Morgan or Lucas Morgan.
Whenever he was stern, Chloe thought it was Matthew Morgan, as only he had such an aura.
But when he was gentle, Chloe felt it was Lucas Morgan.
Uncle Morgan couldn’t possibly be gentle!
With mixed feelings, she finished brushing her teeth, and Matthew Morgan washed her face, then led her near the toilet, saying very seriously, "The toilet is here."
As soon as he said it, Chloe Grant blushed...!
After all, being a girl, such things...
"I-I can do it myself..." Chloe Grant hurriedly pushed him out.
Her face was still burning red.
Matthew Morgan, upon seeing her freshly washed face, which was fair and glossy, now tinged with a rosy blush, looking like a ripe apple, juicy and fresh, almost couldn’t resist taking a bite.
Fortunately, Matthew Morgan’s rationality has always been strong, and he managed to control himself, exiting the bathroom tily.
Upon hearing the door close, Chloe Grant couldn’t help but cradle her face with her hands, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Out of sheer embarrassnt.
...
After handling her personal matters, Chloe Grant exited the bathroom, still feeling a bit unnatural.
At this mont, she suddenly felt fortunate that she couldn’t see, otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to face him...
Matthew Morgan approached her and draped a coat over her, then took her hand, "Let’s go."
Chloe Grant struggled slightly, as Matthew Morgan initially held her wrist but soon decided to directly hold her soft little hand, seriously explaining, "It’s safer this way, otherwise you might fall."
"I can do it myself..."
"Shut up."
He didn’t give her a chance to refuse and just led her out.
Chloe Grant: ...
She was once again sure that this person must be Uncle Morgan.
Matthew Morgan took Chloe Grant to have her eyes examined, and the doctor prescribed dicine but didn’t specify when she might regain sight.
"Maybe in the next two or three days, once you open your eyes, you’ll be able to see."
This was what Chloe Grant heard.
But since she couldn’t see, the doctor wrote sothing on a piece of paper for Lucas Morgan, "Maybe she won’t regain sight."
Matthew Morgan frowned, clearly dissatisfied with this statent.
He looked up, giving the doctor a stern, warning gaze.
The doctor shivered, quickly adding, "I’ll imdiately contact a specialist in this field."
"Back to the ward." Matthew Morgan stood up, guiding Chloe Grant away.
Because of the doctor’s words, Chloe Grant’s mood was noticeably better than before.
Suddenly, she felt excited about the evening and wanted to go to sleep early.
Is this the so-called— looking forward to tomorrow?
Matthew Morgan took Chloe Grant back to the ward, asked her to lay down, and because of the injury on her back, she had to lie on her stomach.
Through all these actions, her back injury had been painful all along, but she kept enduring it throughout.
After all, rather than worrying about the wound, she was more desperate for her eyes to recover.
And—
In a mont, Chloe Grant suddenly seed to rember sothing and reached out, grabbing Matthew Morgan’s wrist...
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