"Uncle, in that case, why don’t you take us to see Uncle Henry?"
The children chattered among themselves, finally making this proposal.
Everyone eagerly turned their attention toward Henry Thompson.
Henry Thompson slightly curved the corners of his mouth, nodded, and spoke in a clear and melodious voice.
"Of course, that’s possible, but you must eat first. Your mommy instructed that I must ensure you’ve eaten before you go out."
Henry Thompson pointed to the meal boxes nearby and spoke with a seemingly stern tone.
The children swarmed forward like a buzzing colony and began eating obediently.
With a smile on his face, Henry Thompson took out several napkins and wiped the oil from Cyrus Thompson’s mouth.
"Eat slowly, eat slowly."
"Big uncle, you’re so nice. You bought all the food we love. We’re so happy. Over these few days when mommy wasn’t home, the food little uncle brought over was not as delicious as yours."
Cyrus Thompson lowered his head, gulping down the food he missed so much.
In a little while, they had devoured every last scrap of food.
After having the nanny tidy things up, Henry Thompson took them to the hospital.
Henry Hudson had just eaten. He told Charlotte to rest first as she had been taking care of him for several days.
The wound was healing slowly, but Charlotte’s attentiveness warmed Henry Hudson’s heart.
"How about you sleep first, then I’ll rest."
Charlotte adjusted the pillow for Henry Hudson to make him more comfortable.
Henry Hudson looked at Charlotte before him with a hint of amusement.
"No need, no need, I’m almost better. Don’t keep taking care of me. You need to go home and see the children. If they’re unhappy after all these days, it won’t be good. Besides, I want to spend some time playing with them."
A warm smile graced Henry Hudson’s pale, handsome face.
Without looking up, Charlotte adjusted the quilt for Henry Hudson, pointed to his abdominal wound, a sour taste in her heart.
"Is your wound still hurting? It’s been so many days...why hasn’t new flesh grown over it yet?" For original chapters go to n0velfire.net
As Charlotte said this, her eyes welled up, her face growing more worried.
"It’s okay. I’m a man, this injury means nothing and it really doesn’t hurt."
"Don’t forget, I am a doctor. If I say it’s okay, it’s okay."
Henry Hudson waved his hand to ease Charlotte’s worries, but accidentally tugged at his wound and couldn’t help but frown.
"See, I told you not to move, and there you go again. I’m going to call a doctor. Your wound might have opened again."
Filled with worry, Charlotte quickly rose to her feet and left, giving no heed to Henry Hudson’s words.
Charlotte hadn’t been gone a minute when several little heads poked into the hospital room.
Henry Hudson squinted and picked up his glasses from the table next to him. He then clearly saw that it was Cyrus Thompson, Hank Thompson and the other children.
"How did you guys get here?"
Henry Hudson spoke softly, his pale lips forming a pleasant curve.
"Uncle Henry, you’ve been in the hospital for several days now. We came to see you."
She looked at Henry Hudson in front of her with some heartache. After remembering what her brother said on the road, she couldn’t help but feel touched.
When Henry Hudson saw the concerned looks on the children’s faces, warmth flooded his heart.