Quinnie Doyle walked very unwillingly to Ellie Doyle's side.
Head lowered, he was already prepared for Ellie's criticism.
The anticipated criticism did not come.
Ellie fixed his collar as if she hadn't noticed the red cord around his neck.
Quinnie dropped his gaze, "Mommy, this necklace—"
"Go wash your hands, we're going to eat soon."
Ellie gently pushed Quinnie's body, interrupting him.
With a complex expression, Quinnie saw that his mother truly wasn't going to ask further. His eyes flickered twice and his small hands anxiously clenched as he turned to go wash his hands in the bathroom.
Little Sky and Little Year followed Quinnie's footsteps.
Inside the hospital room.
Only Marcus Sharp, Ellie Doyle, and the old Lady were left.
Marcus pursed his lips, "What happened just now?"