When Annie pushed open the ward door at the dinner time, she couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of her.

"Oh! For God's sake! What exactly happened here?! Edmund!-They bullied you?!" The female nurse rushed over with a worried expression, wanting to pull away the quilt covering the boy's face.

"Annie."

"Doctor Cullen." The nurse immediately turned to see the handsome surgeon who was standing at the door.

"I'll take care of this. Could you please take care of Mr. Thomas in ward 309?"

"Oh, of course.--Yes, that's right.--Edmund, this boy always listens to you." The female nurse looked back at the boy on the bed and finally closed the door and left.

Right now, only Carlisle and the boy who was pretending to be asleep were in the room.

Edmund carefully adjusted his breathing as he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to Carlisle's movements.

To his surprise, Carlisle did not walk in his direction. Instead, he picked up the trash can and broom and swept all the debris on the ground.

Then, the sound of footsteps approached the boy's direction.

Edmund closed his eyes and clenched his left hand into a fist, forcing himself not to make a sound.

Carlisle sighed. From the moment he stepped into the ward, he knew that the boy was pretending to be asleep.

That means Edmund doesn't want to talk to anyone right now. So the considerate Dr. Cullen chose to do as Edmund wished.

From the pillows on the cabinet and the debris on the ground, it could be seen that Edmund seemed to be in a bad mood with the girls. So the little boy used his pillow to vent his anger when the room was empty. That's not what Carlisle wanted to see.

He had originally thought that children would be happier when they were together. But now he found himself wrong. This made him feel a little regretful. Because he didn't want to make the child sad.

Carlisle dusted off the pillow and put it where it was, then picked up the boy who was pretending to be asleep and put him comfortably on it.

"Remember to eat.-Good night, Edmund." The blonde man gently patted the bulging quilt, then closed the door and left.

It wasn't until Carlisle was far away that the boy buried under the quilt slowly revealed his head.

He looked blankly at the clean floor, then at the pillows and the steaming meals on the bedside table--

Tears suddenly flowed out uncontrollably.

It was like a child falling in front of everyone. If the people around him were laughing at him, no matter how much his body hurt, the child would not choose to cry. However, if someone was willing to comfort him gently, he would feel very wronged. No matter how much he endured it, he would not stop crying.

When he thought that he had lost everything, fate brought him to Carlisle.

This was a blessing in disguise.

Edmund did well in the hospital for the rest of his life. It gave nurse Annie the illusion that she was a completely different person.

Edmund used to lose his temper as long as he didn't go out for a day, threatening to make the nurses take him out on a hunger strike.

But during this period of time, he was simply too obedient.

Get up on time, eat on time, go to bed on time. He didn't even ask them to let him out for fresh air.

That's not normal. Absolutely abnormal.

Annie wanted to ask a few times, but she was stopped by Edmund's beautiful pure gold eyes. It is a sin to force such a child.

Actually, it was not complicated at all. The boy behaved so well because he realized that Carlisle was the only one who could make him feel "wronged". Edmund liked Carlisle because he could feel that he was actually loved by this person.

Edmund knew he couldn't stay in the hospital forever, so he wanted to make a good impression on Carlisle for the rest of the few days.

Carlisle knew all of this. So he freed up more time to accompany the boy. Reading, chatting, walking, and even going out for a ride in his car.

For the first time in his life, Edmund wished he could stay in the hospital forever.

But that's impossible.

Day after day passed like this.

Finally, on a sunny day, Edmund returned to his long-lost home with his clothes and gifts from the nurses.

To the boy's surprise, the house, which had been empty for more than two months, had been renovated.

Wallpapers, curtains and floor lights have all been replaced, The bloodstains on the ground were cleaned. A new leather sofa replaced the armchair with cotton wool cut by sharp blades. There was a neat pile of black-brown firewood by the fireplace. There was also a beautiful tea set on the coffee table. Even the broken fancy glass was covered in the original model.

Edmund was stunned for a moment, then threw down the item in his hand and ran to the second floor.

As he had expected, the second floor had also been renovated.

His parents' room was converted into a study room. The walls were converted into mosaic bookshelves filled with books of all sizes.

And his room had changed even more.

The wallpaper was a comfortable light blue with retro golden lines. His and Peter's double shelf beds had been removed and replaced by a Nordic-style dark blue four-poster bed next to the floating window. Beside the bed was a bedside cabinet of the same color, with a desk lamp designed to look like a fighter jet. The original two-person desk was changed to a single-person one with a few shiny apples washed on it.

Wait, what the hell is going on?

Edmund felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Could it be that the room has been sold to someone else?