Chapter 23
Florian pointed at his arm. While sobbing, he grumbled, “Gemma, my arm hurts ”
Gemma looked at his scraped anm. He was bleeding
She was about to ask if he wanted to go to the hospital when Sadie harried down the stairs,
So, Gemma pursed her lips and chose silence
Sadie ran toward them and shoved Gemma out of the way.
Demma, who lost her footing, crashed into the plant rack behind her. The seating pain in her back made her grimace.
“Flo, where did you hurt yourself? Tell me
Upon seeing his mom, Florian cried louder.
He glared at Gemma. “It’s you! You pushed me.
Gemma looked at Sadie. This scene was an exact replica of that incident from five years ago. Amelia had held Sadie, who had fallen off the stairs. Through tears, she told Thomas that Gemma had shaved Sadie.
Five years ago, Gemma panicked and furiously tried to explain herself, but no one believed her words.
Now that the same thing had happened again, Gemma said nothing. All she did was stare at Sadie.
“Gemma, why did you do that? Florian is your brother! How could you?”
Amidst Sadie’s accusation, they heard footsteps at the door.
Amelia’s voice followed. “What happened?”
Gemma’s eves traveled toward I the door. Amelia hurried toward Florian and Sadie, Wesley, on the other hand, had one hand in his pocket.
He looked so calm and detached from the chaos in the living room.
Sadie sobbed. “Tio was hurt when I went upstairs to grab something. When I came down the stairs, only Gemma was with him.”
The look in Genima’s eyes darkened, but she did not try to explain herself. Leaming from her experience from five years ago, she knew that her explanation would be in vain.
Amella tumed to Gemma with a look of blame, “Gemma, I thought you had gotten over it after five years. But why are you still so averse to Sadie?
“It’s one thing to be hostile to Sadie, but Flo is your brother! Do you have no empathy for your sibling?–
Gemma watched them in calm silence. Florian’s cries echoed in the background.
He wouldn’t stop crying. He had always been spoiled by Sadie since birth. Hence, he always threw the worst tantrums.
Wesley wallued over to Florian and crouched. He spoke in a low voice, “Where does it hurt?”
Florian finally stopped crying. Staring cautiously at Wesley, he pointed at his arm. “My arm hurts.”
Wesley decked out Fiorian’s arin with great focus while Sadie and Amella watched on. The previously noisy living room was now quiet.
“It’s not a big deal–just a scrape. Apply some medication, and it’ll heal in a few days,” Wesley concluded flatly.
Amelia, who had come back to her senses, explained to him, “Florian is just a young boy whately gets hurt. I bet he’s just in shock.” Wesley glanced at Amelia before turning to Florian
“Auryna Florian Fæld?”
“Yeah,” Florian replied obediently as tears stained his cheeks.
“Can you share with me the reason you tell?-
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