Cedric explained their visit to the hospital with blunt honesty, "Soph had an allergic reaction, so we came for an IV treatment."Even if he had lied, Dr. Zegler could easily verify the facts with the attending doctor they had just seen."Mrs. Carlson, are you feeling better now?" Dr. Zegler asked, showing genuine concern."I'm fine now," Sophie replied, maintaining her composure. She quickly added, "Dr. Zegler, could you please keep my allergy issues confidential?"Given that Jeff had faked illness and might meet with Dr. Zegler again, it was better to request confidentiality early to avoid any accidental mentions."Rest assured. Maintaining patient confidentiality is a basic requirement for doctors," Dr. Zegler reassured her, adjusting his glasses. Then, his expression became concerned again as he turned to Cedric. "How is your grandfather doing?"Cedric had intended to ask about his grandfather’s condition. Seizing the opportunity, he asked, "Grandpa has started showing signs
"It's all gone. Should I go out to buy some more?" Mrs. Carrie asked."Yes, hurry up and go. Make sure to pick the freshest ones," Jeff instructed."Alright." Mrs. Carrie put down her work, took off her apron, grabbed her wallet, and headed out the door cheerfully.In a good mood, even the bustling supermarket on the TV program became a pleasant sight.Jeff smiled contentedly, thinking that once Sophie and Cedric reconciled, Austin would naturally give up on her. By then, if either of them could give birth to another grandson or granddaughter for the Carlsons, he would have no more regrets in this life."With the arrival of the raspberry season, many viewers who enjoy the sweet and sour taste of raspberries will indulge in this delicious fruit. However, we remind everyone to pay attention to freshness when selecting raspberries. Before eating them, be sure to soak them in diluted saltwater to get rid of any microorganisms and bacteria."More importantly, those who have never eate
'Could something else have happened again?' Mrs. Carrie pulled out her phone, and her thumb hovered over Cedric's number. Remembering Jeff's command, though, she hesitated for a long time.In the end, she shoved her phone back in her pocket. 'Mr. Carlson is as cunning as a fox and as wise as an owl. Since he's given the order, he must have his reasons.'-The afternoon sun seemed to move westward unusually fast, and before long, the sunset poured in through the window, adding a touch of splendid hue to the spacious living hall.Cedric and Sophie returned home from work. Seeing Jeff sitting on the couch and staring blankly at the sunset, they exchanged a glance.After concealing their sorrow, Sophie walked over, sat beside Jeff, and smiled as usual. "Grandpa, what are you looking at?""You're back? Come and look at this beautiful sunset, Soph." Jeff pointed, and Sophie followed his gaze.The brilliant sunset made Sophie's heart ache, but she tried hard to maintain the same smile.
Looking at her increasingly broad figure, Sophie could not help but worry a little. Although obesity did not run in their family, growing fatter would be inevitable if this were to continue.Footsteps sounded outside the door again, and Sophie withdrew her gaze and saw Tristan walking in with his backpack. Naturally, she waved and greeted him with a smile, "Tristan, there's cake in the fridge. Put your backpack away, wash your hands, and have some.""Thank you, Ms. Luxford." Tristan nodded politely and hung his backpack on the rack. As he turned, he noticed Cherry's backpack lying haphazardly and frowned slightly, but he had already walked up to it.Perhaps the zipper wasn't zipped properly. When he lifted the backpack to help her hang it, its contents spilled out. In an attempt to do a good deed, he actually made it worse.Embarrassed, Tristan glanced toward the dining hall where Cherry was happily eyeing her cake. A hint of resignation flickered in his calm eyes as he reached out
The crooked handwriting on the pink paper made Tristan frown subconsciously. As he read through the contents, a subtle blue hue flickered in his eyes.[Cherry, I've liked you since the first day I saw you. Your smile is like sweet candy, and you're as cute as a delicious donut. When we're in third grade, let's be together. What do you think? My mommy says only third graders can date…]Before finishing the content, Tristan tightly crumpled the paper into a ball.His innocent lips pressed tightly together, and his gums clenched, but he couldn't control the surging flame within him.Anger—he had felt it before when his mother was about to leave him behind, and he was too powerless to do anything.His eyes dimmed, and his creased brows suddenly relaxed. He then tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can.-Sophie had been observing the recent interactions between the two kids and couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.Cherry had a personality that was both sweet and adorable, y
"Cherry and I are good friends, so you should be friends with me too," Collin said with a tone of entitlement. He seemed to believe that offering his friendship was a privilege everyone would eagerly accept.When he didn't get the expected response after a few seconds, his thick eyebrows furrowed in dissatisfaction. "Don't you want to be friends with me? I'm Cherry's friend. Do you know, besides her deskmate, she talks to me the most in our class?""What does she talk to you about?" Tristan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. His usual polite tone carried a barely perceptible chill."Cherry tells me..."The words "to stop kicking my chair" almost slipped out, but Collin held them back. Realizing that it might undermine the domineering demeanor his father had told him to uphold, he straightened his posture and said gruffly, "Why should I tell you?"After all, he was the boy who talked to Cherry the most, and that was enough for him.Tristan's eyes narrowed slightly,
Collin quickly switched to calling her "Charity", fearing that he would get another punch if he used "Cherry" again.Once Tristan got the assurance he wanted, his eyes gradually returned to their usual state, and he regained his calm demeanor. His pale pink lips parted slightly, delivering an indifferent but subtly threatening command, "Now tell me, who gave you this bruise on your cheek?"Collin hunched out of fear and stammered hesitantly, "I… I accidentally bumped into something."-"Cherry, come play with me! It's been a long time since you've challenged me with a riddle." Reyna tugged on Cherry's arm, nearly pulling it off as Cherry rested her head on the desk.It was at this point that Cherry lifted her head. "Stop pulling. I'm not in the mood today."After saying that, she slumped back onto the desk like a deflated balloon, causing Reyna to stare at her with concern.Pushing up her glasses, she asked, "Cherry, you've been saying you're not in the mood a lot lately. Are yo
'I only glanced at him out of curiosity, and he seemed terrified. Could it be that the person who beat him up isn't his dad but someone from school?' The speculation flashed through her mind, and her expression changed. 'Tristan was beaten up near the abandoned flower bed near the cafeteria back then. Could school violence be happening again?'As the car drove on, Cherry's mind raced, and the more she thought, the more worried she became. She shook her head vigorously, hoping to shake off all the nonsensical thoughts out of her mind. 'Hmph! My friendship with Tristan has already crumbled. Even if he encounters school violence again, it has nothing to do with me.'But why would I feel so uneasy?'The driver had gotten accustomed to her constant chatter, so the silence during the drive felt unusual. It was not until he stopped the car that he reminded the little girl behind, "Ms. Cherry, we've arrived home.""Oh, thank you, Mr. Larry." Cherry blushed for a moment but quickly recovere