A small hand gently patted Amanda Jenkins on the shoulder.
"Is Amanda sad?" Kent pouted, "If Amanda is sad, Kent is sad too; if Amanda isn't sad, Kent isn't sad either."
Amanda's tears could no longer be held back.
Kent reached out his tender little hand, frantically wiping her tears, "Amanda, be good, don't cry, don't cry anymore. From now on, if Dad isn't with us, I will protect you and also protect little sister. With me here, no one dares to bully you."
Amanda squeezed her eyes shut, and tears flooded down like a breached dam.
She hugged Kent tightly, her body trembling slightly from crying.
She didn't want to cry in front of Kent, but she couldn't help it.
Little sister was already gone.
How was she to explain it to Kent?
Since he was little, Kent had been strong, just like Lucas Griffin; he didn't like to cry, but he must be very sad inside. He loved his dad so much.
If she were to tell Kent now that little sister was gone too.
