Mrs. Herd's words about going home struck a chord in Scarlett Glenn's heart. The word "home" felt too distant from her.
However, ever since Mrs. Herd and Ethan Herd entered her life, there had been a bit more warmth in Scarlett Glenn's life, like the hot porridge delivered early in the morning.
It wasn't a taste from the streets, but one made by a mother's hands.
"We're both fine, just some superficial wounds."
Mrs. Herd looked at Scarlett Glenn's face and sighed, "It's still an injury. I saw the pictures online, it was so dangerous at the time."
Ethan Herd didn't say anything. He finished the food Mrs. Herd brought and frowned, "Mum, is there no meat?"
Mrs. Herd reached out and slapped him, "What meat? It's early in the morning. I brought you something to eat, you should be content."
Scarlett Glenn took a sip of Jujube Porridge, not too sweet, with a pleasant aftertaste. She smiled, "I like it."
Mrs. Herd patted her head, "Eat more."
