"Oskar remembers that Uncle said if you want to have the surgery sooner, you must take good care of yourself and go to bed early," Oskar obediently nodded, extending his hand to tug at Tara Summer's collar, looking pitiful as he said, "Mommy, Oskar will be good from now on, definitely going to bed early... Mommy, please don't be mad, okay?"
"I'm not mad, Mommy isn't mad." Tara Summer held him and began walking upstairs, the maid following behind.
Reaching the foot of the stairs, Tara Summer turned back to Emily Stone and said, "Emily, I'm going to put him to bed. Wait for me a minute."
"Go ahead." Emily Stone waved to the little boy nestled against Tara Summer's shoulder, "Oskar, goodnight, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight." Oskar blew her a kiss, his adorable little face pudgy and pretty like a Barbie doll, cuter than a girl.
Emily Stone covered her mouth—her heart was really melting.
