Charles took off his disposable gloves and observed his injured hand in the corridor.

He was about to go downstairs when he bumped into Gwendolyn coming back from the restroom at the corner.

Gwendolyn had just finished a video conference. She washed and sanitized her hands to prevent bringing bacteria from the computer mouse to Benedict before returning to the ward.

When she faced Charles, she immediately noticed the bloodstains on his hand. By the time Charles tried to hide his hand behind his back, it was already too late.

“You’re injured?” she asked.

Charles smiled casually and replied, “It’s nothing. I slipped and fell on my way here.”

Observant as always, Gwendolyn sensed something unusual about him. “Even if you really slipped, you wouldn’t have gotten such an injury given your skills. Don’t tell me that your hand happened to hit a nail on the ground as you fell.”

Charles chuckled. “You know me well, Gwen.”

“The laboratory has top-notch security measures and cleanliness. How is a sharp object like a nail going to end up on the floor? Don’t try to deceive me. What really happened?” Gwendolyn asked.

Charles shrugged indifferently. “It seems impossible to hide anything from you, Gwen.”

A few minutes later, when the door to the ward was slowly opened, Benedict, who was devouring a piece of durian, quickly threw the remaining of it into the trash and hastily wiped the corners of his mouth.

Gwendolyn entered the ward.

Although Benedict’s actions were swift, he still couldn’t escape Gwendolyn’s eyes.

“Is your meeting finished, Mommy? Actually, there’s no need for you to rush back here. I know your work is important. I’m already used to receiving the drip alone. I can handle it myself,” Benedict said.

Gwendolyn said nothing as she calmly walked to his bedside.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on the corner of his mouth, where there were still traces of durian flesh. The room was filled with the pungent smell of durian.

Benny clearly loves eating durian. Why did he throw away the remaining piece as soon as he saw me coming in?

Gwendolyn silently took a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped the corners of Benedict’s mouth.

smiled obediently, his face showing no

increasingly serious as a thought flashed across her mind.

toward Charles quickly grew rampant again despite having

Why didn’t he tell you that it was all voluntary on his part, that he agreed to fulfill my three demands?

I asked him. He insisted that he

If you want to retaliate against him, he will surely comply with guilt.

Benedict remained silent.

to strike back. Maybe I’ve thought too poorly of him all this

the first time Benedict had seen Gwendolyn, who was always gentle and considerate, being so serious with him. Although he

Do you think I’m a naughty child who caused severe injuries to Charles’

“Yes…” Gwendolyn sighed again.

any new friends. I have to receive daily drips and endure the pain. All I want is to make things difficult for Charles and to make him back off from bothering

had a faint redness in the corners

wide open because he refused to let the

ached when

said anything yet, but he

wasn’t going to reprimand or punish you, Benny. I know that you made three forgiveness requests to Charles,

her response, Benedict

at

be angry about? Charles caused your hospitalization, so

suggest such retaliatory behavior to Benedict under normal circumstances, but now that he had already done

thought you were going

you and Zendy. We have never thought of you as a bad child. Benny, at the age of five, you can already solve high-school-level Mathematical Olympiad math problems. You’re truly our talented child, Benny,” she

serious tone, “However, revenge must have its limits, Benny. Although I support you unconditionally, you can’t go too far as to cause harm to someone’s life or

her child unconditionally, but it

trouble, but I’m also not afraid

worry, Mommy. I understand. But Mommy…

Gwendolyn entered the room, she had been holding

barely

is so,

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