Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 564
Joshua really felt the pain and whimpered, “Hisssd”
“Just bear with it. It’ll be over soon,” Cynthia rubbed his head, comforting him as she would comfort any other child.
Joshua obediently nodded. “Okay.”
The doctor was speechless.
Things were not going as he had planned!
She should be kissing his boo or mocking him for being unable to bear the pain!
How did it become an adult comforting a child with such a simple sentence?!
The doctor decided to ignore it and prescribed some medication for them.
“You don’t need to worry about the remaining blisters. Let them heal naturally. Remember to apply this ointment.”
“Thank you, doctor.” Cynthia took the medication.

As they left the hospital, Joshua followed along obediently. In the car, in an attempt to get to know Cynthia better, he cautiously asked, “Cynthia, do you not like boys who are scared of pain?
Cynthia was completely bewildered and did not quite catch what he said.
“I’ll be a tough guy from now on,” Joshua added.
Cynthia did not pay much attention to it and focused on driving attentively. “Okay.”
Joshua breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Cynthia liked boys who were unafraid of pain.
When they arrived at the residential area, Cynthia took Joshua upstairs
As for his clothes and personal belongings, the bodyguards had already delivered them to her place.
Cynthia opened the door, but a figure rushed toward her and hugged her before she could even take off her shoes.
“Cynthia!”
Shirley always missed Cynthia after not seeing her for a while.
Cynthia was slightly surprised. “What brings you here?”
“I had time off, so I came to visit you,” Shirley replied, still unaware of Joshua outside. Then, she continued, “Didn’t you see the messages I sent you?”
Cynthia remained quiet, thinking if she would get scolded if she admitted she did not see them.
Shirley knew well that Cynthia was not fond of using her phone.
“I knew you didn’t see them!”
“I was busy and didn’t pay attention. I’ll make sure to check them next time,” Cynthia assured her.
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“Since you’re my sister, I’ll forgive you. By the way, are those suitcases in the living room yours? They don’t seem to your previous style,” Shirley said.
Although they were all minimalist, most of Cynthia’s belongings were silver or white. However, the two suitcases in the living room were black.