Strangely, he extended his hand.
The mont contact was made, half of his body softened.
Sharp pains ca from the wound, like it was being torn open again.
Yet, the young man gathered his palm without a care, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Like this, holding her hand, sothing he had yearned for in his dreams countless tis, only now daring to do so. As careful as a thief, afraid she would notice.
The staff mber who was focused on driving couldn’t help but glance up. The corner of his eye caught the scene in the backseat, which scared the soul out of him.
This young man bore no resemblance to his usually gentle and harmless deanor. It was as if he had crawled out from a dark corner, his eyes, no longer clear and pure. Even his smile sent a chilling, odd sensation.
When he wanted to take a second look, he was t with the young man’s icy gaze, feeling like ice needles were stabbing into him.
He dared not look any longer.
*
Matthew Quach and Pineapple only found out about Brother Louis Snyder’s injury when they returned from their task.
What should have been good news turned sour. He couldn’t believe that Louis Snyder, a grown man, had no sha, making his sister accompany him to the hospital.
Matthew Quach angrily tugged at his straw hat.
Pineapple carried a huge bowl, spooning mouthful after mouthful of ice cream, his lips sared with lted chocolate.
He nodded along as he ate, "Yeah, yeah. I’m so grown up and I’m not afraid of injections. Brother Louis Snyder needs soone to accompany him to the hospital. So embarrassing, so embarrassing."
Matthew Quach clenched his fist and corrected him, "It’s ’Uncle’, not ’Brother’."
Pineapple paused. However, by this ti he was completely enchanted by Matthew Quach’s charisma, seeing him as his leader. Therefore, he agrees with whatever Matthew Quach says.
"Yeah, right! Uncle Louis Snyder, so embarrassing!"
Matthew Quach was furious, puffing up his cheeks, "Darn it, Louis Snyder dared to whisk my sister away when I wasn’t around. When he cos back, when he cos back I will..."
He gritted his teeth, trying hard to co up with the most ruthless punishnt he knew.
Pineapple reacted quickly, snickering, "Punish him by not allowing him to eat ice cream for three days!"
Matthew Quach stayed silent, turning his head to look at Pineapple, who was chuckling foolishly.
Pineapple grinned, raised his hand to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, then leaned over and whispered, "Matthew Quach, do you think my punishnt is scary?"
Matthew Quach remained expressionless and cold, "Just keep eating your ice cream."
The staff nearby couldn’t help but laugh at their exchange, but they didn’t forget to console the irate Matthew Quach, "The hospital in the town is not far. Hannah and the others will be back soon. Phoebe and Butterfly are in the room, do you want to go in and play with them?"
Pineapple placed his bowl down, cheering, "Okay!"
Matthew Quach calmly reached out to pull down Pineapple’s shirt that had rolled up due to his large stomach, then looked at the girl by his side laughing sweetly, "I’m not interested in playing with Barbie dolls."
The girl paused for a second, her smile unfading, continue coaxing, "There are dinosaurs and toy cars too."
Pineapple was bursting to run back into the house, but seeing Matthew Quach not moving, he held himself back.
The girl ruffled Pineapple’s hair, continuing to persuade Matthew Quach, "You can wait for your sister inside too."
Matthew Quach shook his head, "No, I’m waiting here."
He was incredibly stubborn.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Pineapple beside him, "If you want to play, go in."
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