One Meet By Chance

Chapter 437 Brain Was Jealous

However, just now, his mother looked at Bruce dotingly, reached out her hand to touch his head, and lowered her head to kiss him gently on his forehead. As expected, his mother loved Bruce more. She must think that he was usually naughty, and that must be why she loved Bruce more.

"Then why don't you go there?"

Brain shook his head. His mother had given birth to two children. Didn't she know that herself? There was only Bruce by her side, but she couldn't remember that she still had another son. She must not like him and must think he was dispensable. It must be like this.

"Why don't you go there? Let's go. Grandpa Albert will take you there."

Albert held Brain's hand and wanted to go to the back garden with him, but Brain shook his head repeatedly.

"Grandpa Albert, I... I don't want to go. I want to go back to my room."

"Hey, Brain?"

Harris and Albert looked at each other, wondering what was going on with the child. How could he behave like this? Wasn't he always a troublemaker? What happened?

"Did Brain do something wrong and Teresa let him stand here as a punishment?"

Harris turned his head to look at Albert. Albert shook his head and disapproved. His Abby was not that kind of girl. The two children must be the same important for her.

guessing here?

his eyes at Harris and strode towards the back garden. Of course, Harris was unwilling to fall behind. He quickly took two steps forward and walked to the back garden. When Harris was about to scold Teresa, Bruce had already found the two of them

"Grandpa Harris, Grandpa Albert."

is the best. What are you

thought that she could continue to

you

we are here

Bruce, is this Grandpa

interrupted by Harris's words. His face suddenly darkened. As a result, he heard that Bruce was painting and the

Harris, look, this is you, and the one next to you is Grandpa Albert. That's all I have drawn now. I'll

As expected, there were two outlines drawn on the drawing board, that drawing board which was bigger than

"Bruce, is this me?"

"Yes, it's Grandpa Albert's."

okay. Bruce, go on with your drawing. We are just

of the parterre, his face full of joy. It was true that when people were old, they would become forgetful. Albert also forget. They two right now had completely forgotten why they were going here. Albert directly sat next to Harris. In

to focus on her painting. She wondered why Brain slept so late today. Why wasn't he up yet? Teresa couldn't help

on the second floor of the villa. His tears fell down, but his eyes were fixed on the four people in the back garden.

like Bruce more than him. As for his father, he always knew that his

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