The room was filled with a pungent smell of sterile water, Blanca stood by the bed, Matthew’s hands on her shoulders, trying to take the person into his arms.
Feeling Blanca’s trembling, Matthew’s heart really hurt.
This girl, so hard to find their relatives …
“Blanca, you calm down, eh? Grandpa will be fine, he is just very tired now and needs to rest.” Matthew’s words seemed to carry magic, making the excited Blanca gradually calm down.
Blanca bit her lip and nodded her head.
“Grandpa …”
Blanca came out of Matthew’s arms and looked at Old Mr. Butler , who was lying on a clean white bed with all kinds of instruments and tubes stuck in his body, just looking very painful. The door was pushed open and the doctor came out from outside, “Which one of you is the family? Come out and I’ll talk to you about the situation.”
“I’m… I am.” Matthew stopped Blanca, “You stay with the old man for a while, I’ll go check it out.”
“Well, Matthew, I’ll wait for you to come back.”
Blanca tugged on Matthew’s sleeve and tickled him twice in the hand, Matthew blossomed into a pretty smile and rubbed Blanca’s hair.
Just as he turned around, Matthew’s face went icy cold.
Having Blanca so worried, Matthew was not going to let Malinda Roach off the hook!
Only after Matthew left did Blanca squat next to the bed and look at Old Mr. Butler’s furrowed face, how could he stand such a torment when he was so old, already in his seventies?
Blanca’s nose was sore.
She hadn’t spent much time with her family, and these days she was always thinking about improving her painting skills, so she neglected them. I should be damned.
Blanca held Old Mr. Butler’s hand and rubbed her face, “Grandpa, will you get well soon? You said you would teach me how to draw, didn’t you? I’m waiting for you. …”
Blanca stroked the palm of Old Mr. Butler’s hand and silently hung her head.
Unknowingly, the time passed by in the fingertips.
Peter looked at Blanca’s silent back, suddenly his heart was a little blocked. This girl, like a clean iris, blooming alone with its own beauty.
Blanca, what kind of magic do you have?
“Peter, why don’t you go in?” Curtis Irwin came in and saw Peter standing in the doorway. It is reasonable to say that Peter is also the favorite student of Old Mr. Butler, so Peter followed Curtis Irwin was not surprised.
Peter shook his head and didn’t say anything, but he still looked a little lost.
Curtis Irwin ignored him and gave Blanca what he was holding, “Madam, you haven’t eaten since noon, have some, this is from Mrs. Brown.
“I can’t eat.”
“Madam …”
“Blanca, what are you doing like this? You don’t eat and it’s not your grandfather who’s worried?” Peter saw that and took the food directly from Curtis Irwin’s hand and told Blanca to eat it.
Blanca shook her head, Peter forced to stuff it, the two people seemed like they were fighting hard.
This time, Matthew came back to see this scene, he pursed his lips, walked in, “Blanca, eat.”
“Matthew …”
“Let’s eat first, let’s talk about what’s going on afterwards.” Matthew domineeringly walked over and took the meal from Peter’s hand, he was afraid that Blanca was having something.