Chapter 421 Let's Pinky Promise
Thinking back to his days in Fondaniss, Dylan felt a stab in his chest. He dropped his head and cried, his tears splashing onto Anna's tiny hand.
His shoulders shook as he tried to hold his emotion.
Frederick's face turned worried, thinking Dylan's breakdown might scare Anna. He moved to pull her away, but Amelia gently stopped him with a hand on his arm and a shake of her head.
If Anna was scared, she'd run to her. But Anna just stood there, not even flinching. She wasn't scared at all.
Even with Dylan falling apart, to Anna, he was still the Uncle Dylan she’d always known.
Anna looked at Dylan's tears, confused. She was so short, she had to stand on her tiptoes to try and wipe his tears, but she still couldn't reach.
"Uncle Dylan, does it hurt a lot?" she asked, her voice full of innocent worry. Anna didn't get why Dylan was sad; she just figured he was crying 'cause he was hurt.
Frederick saw Anna trying to wipe Dylan's tears. With a sigh, he walked over and lifted Anna onto Dylan's bed, letting her sit on the edge. Now, she could finally reach him.
Cynthia pulled out a tissue and handed it to Anna. She took it and started wiping Dylan's tears. Dylan's shoulders shook even more under her gentle touch.
But Anna didn't back off. She leaned in and softly blew on Dylan's wound.
Worried she might fall, Dylan held her with his hand.
"Uncle Dylan, does it hurt a lot? If it hurts, you should take some medicine," she said, her big eyes full of concern. Her innocent look seemed to calm Dylan down. He shook his head and managed a small smile.
"No, it doesn't hurt much. With you here, it doesn't hurt at all," he murmured, wanting to hug Anna but holding back. He patted her head softly. "There are too many germs in the hospital, and lots of sick people. Anna, I'm worried if you stay too long, you might get sick too."
Dylan reassured her gently. "Sweetie, go home with Mom and Dad. I'll be fine."
Anna quietly looked at his swollen eyes and reached out to touch the puffy area on his eyelid. Dylan let her touch it without a word.
After she pulled her hand back, her little face got all serious. "If you keep crying, you'll get ugly. Uncle Dylan, you can't get ugly," she said with a straight face.
Hearing her innocent words, Dylan gave a sad smile. He promised, "I won't cry anymore. Starting today, I promise not to cry."
Listening to him, Anna raised her little hand, hooking her pinky finger. "Let's pinky promise."
Dylan smiled a bit and hooked his pinky with hers.
Only then did Anna feel better. She reached out to Frederick. He bent down to pick her up. He glanced at Dylan and said calmly, "Get some rest. We won't bother you anymore."
Dylan gave a nod. "Frederick, take care, man."
Frederick just gave a quick "Hmm" and walked out with Anna in his arms.
Amelia looked like she wanted to say something, but Dylan beat her to it. "Amelia, don't stress. I won't do anything dumb again. Go home, take care of Anna, and patch things up with Frederick."
Seeing he was a bit more chill, Amelia just said, "Get some rest."
Dylan nodded and watched them leave. Felix dropped the shopping bag he was holding, said a soft goodbye, and followed Amelia and Frederick out.
As they waited for the elevator, Harold stepped out. Seeing Frederick, his face changed a bit, but he still greeted him. "Frederick, picking up Dr. Davis?"
Harold's face was cool, like the past beef never happened.
Frederick gave a slight nod, "Yeah. Uncle Harold, here to see Dylan?"
Mentioning Dylan made Harold's face darken, but he nodded. "Yeah, checking on him. Dylan's really let me down!"
Amelia frowned a bit.
Frederick's face was cold. He glanced at Harold and shot back, "A dad's gotta take responsibility for his kid's upbringing. Maybe think about how much you were there for Dylan when he was abroad."
Harold's face showed a mix of offense and anger, but he forced a smile and stiffly replied, "You're right. Maybe I do bear some responsibility."
Frederick didn't say more and stepped into the elevator. As he did, he reached out and took Amelia's hand, pulling her in with him.
Harold gave them a forced smile and said goodbye, then turned and walked toward Dylan's room.
Amelia watched Harold's back, frowning. Remembering what Cynthia had told her, she couldn't help but feel worried.
Frederick squeezed her hand, softly comforting her. "He won't dare to do anything now."
Amelia paused, looked up at Frederick, and tentatively asked, "You knew all along?"
Frederick responded, "Yeah."
Amelia was stunned and muttered, "Then why haven't I heard you mention it before?"
Frederick replied calmly, "It's their family matter."
Amelia pursed her lips. After a while, she thought of something and looked up at Frederick. "Well, it's Dylan's family matters, then why are you interested in it?" she asked curiously.
Frederick wasn't the type to pry into other people's family affairs without a good reason. If he had investigated, it meant there was more to the story. As he noticed Amelia's curious look, he met her gaze calmly and said, "I found out by chance."
Amelia responded with a simple, "Oh," and didn't press further.
Seeing her stop questioning, Frederick slightly smiled. The reason he pried into the Kingsley family's matters was related to her.
When he found out about Amelia's connection to Dylan, he even considered taking down the Kingsley family and getting Amelia away from Dylan.
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