Seeing him considering her a bad guy, Cheyenne, who was initially a bit upset, felt a slight fondness for the little boy caring so much about Cierra.
Thinking about the time Cierra had benefited from his care, Cheyenne introduced herself, “I’m her mother, Cheyenne. Hello, little kid, what’s your name?”
The beautiful lady in front of him turned out to be Cierra’s mother. William, thinking about how he treated her earlier, blushed instantly.
Apologizing with a clear voice, he said, “I’m sorry, Auntie. I didn’t know it was you earlier, that’s why I…”
He lowered his head in guilt, fearing that Cheyenne might not like him, and Cierra wouldn’t be allowed to play with him anymore. Cheyenne gently patted his little head and said with a smile, “It’s okay. Cierra is fine; she’s with her grandfather.”
Looking at the wound on his forehead, Cheyenne noticed it was not small and seemed to require stitches. Without medical supplies here, she decided to take the child to the hospital and check his old illness while they were at it.
William, upon hearing that she wanted to take him to the hospital, quickly shook his head, not wanting to trouble her. Just then, Cierra returned, running up to the little boy and grabbing his hand.
With innocent and adorable eyes, she said with concern, “William, your head hurts. Mom is a doctor. Let her check you, okay?”
When Cheyenne, Cierra’s mother, saw her daughter holding hands with the boy, her mind went blank for a moment. What? Is she already learning to choose a target for herself at such a young age? She couldn’t imagine how Mr. Foley, who loved his daughter dearly, would react to this scene.
However, Channing walked over with a stern face and pulled Cierra away. “Cierra, don’t disturb the boy for now. He shouldn’t talk too much.”
Cierra, forced to stay away from William, felt sorry for the boy who had bled so much for her. She tearfully said to Cheyenne, “Mom, you must save William. He got hurt because he protected me from that bad boy who wanted to take my cake and kiss me.”
The person who hit him was Justice Dodson, the son of Mrs. Dodson.
Mrs. Dodson only had a precious son, so she naturally would not let it slide. Before leaving in the ambulance, she issued a threat, “If anything happens to my son, I won’t let you off the hook!”
Cheyenne raised an eyebrow and challenged, “Tell me, how do you plan not to let us off the hook? Let me hear if your methods are sufficient.”
Mrs. Dodson, used to being domineering in Yrose, encountered someone who dared to confront her for the first time. She glanced at Cheyenne and said, “I don’t have time to argue with you. It all depends on my son’s condition. Just wait for what you deserve!”
Old Eaton was taken aback; it had been decades since someone had talked to him like that. “Humberto, what’s going on here?” he asked.
Why were they fighting for no apparent reason?
Humberto, realizing that he had caused trouble this time, lowered his head and cried, “It was that bad guy who tried to snatch Cierra’s cake and wanted to kiss her. I saw it and punched him.”
Justice was a bit fat but actually very weak. Humberto just gave him a push but he fell on the stone in the garden right away.
The Dodson family’s bodyguards rushed to beat him, and William was hit trying to protect him and Cierra.
After hearing the whole story, Cheyenne looked at her tearful daughter and spoke gently, “Cierra, don’t cry. You didn’t do anything wrong. And these two young boys bravely protected you today. Have you thanked them?”
Cierra shook her head and then nodded. Channing coldly responded to Mrs. Dodson, “I think the shameless one is you. Look at what kind of person you are, still daring to have such inappropriate thoughts about my granddaughter!”
“Fortunately, Cierra wasn’t kissed. Otherwise, she would have to wash her face today, dirty!” The boy who teased girls at such a young age would likely grow up to be a bad person.
“That’s right, my Humberto didn’t do anything wrong this time. In fact, I should reward him. Humberto, tell Grandpa what gift you want?” Old Bray smiled at Mrs. Dodson.
The latter was furious, but she also knew that continuing to argue here would only put her in a disadvantageous position. It was better to go to the hospital to see her son. As for these people, she remembered them all.
The Eaton family! Just you wait.
In the hospital, a nurse wiped the blood from William’s face with a cotton swab. There was a wound about five to six centimeters long, extending from his forehead to the temple. The wound was deep enough to reveal the white skull.
Cierra, frightened, hid in her grandfather’s arms, and Channing, feeling sorry for the child, covered her eyes with his hand. “If you’re scared, shall we wait outside?”
“No, no… I want to stay with William.” Despite her fear, Cierra knew that William must be in more pain than her. She wanted to accompany him.
“Alright, stay inside. Grandpa will cover your eyes. We’ll call you when it’s done, okay?”
It was a compromise, and Cierra agreed. With her rosy lips moving, she said cute and comforting words to her William.
“William is the best. If it weren’t for you, Humberto and I would have been hit swollen today.”
“If Cierra becomes ugly, Mom will definitely dislike me. Thanks to William, you’re my superhero.”
“You scared away the monster with your roar. Grandpa, isn’t that right?”
Channing’s emotions were complicated at the moment, as his granddaughter knew how to comfort people at such a young age.
Cheyenne wanted to say, even if you didn’t become ugly, I might still dislike you. However, she had to focus on helping William stitch the wound, so she couldn’t be distracted.
William, who had been a bit in pain, endured it after hearing Cierra’s praises. He couldn’t cry; he had to be a hero in Cierra’s eyes.
The wound was quite long, and it took six stitches. Even an adult would probably find it painful. However, the little boy remained surprisingly quiet. Cheyenne, noticing this, quickened her pace to minimize the prolonged agony.
“If it hurts, you can cry. I won’t make fun of you.”
“No, I’m not in pain. Auntie, your movements are gentle, and I’m not scared.”