In the bedroom.
Forsythia Brown carefully applied medicine on Gem Atkinson's back.
Gem Atkinson lay comfortably on the bed and told Forsythia about what had happened at the cemetery.
Forsythia clicked her tongue in disbelief, "Could little Beast really have won over the affection of the second and third uncles?"
"It's no surprise; he is my son after all—wherever he goes, people like him,"
Hearing the pride in the man's voice, Forsythia couldn't help but snicker. She picked up the gauze that had been prepared earlier and began dressing his wounds, reminding him, "Don't get these wet for the next couple of days."
"Then you help me with my bath," Gem Atkinson promptly applied for benefits.
Forsythia pinched him on the waist and said, "I owe you one for this."
Gem Atkinson 'ha ha' laughed, and while Forsythia was getting up, he pulled her down and took the opportunity to loom over her.
