“Ian, what should we do now that Mommy is taking you to the doctor? Didn’t I tell you to be more talkative and smiley like Matt?

Ian was speechless.

I…don’t know how. How would I? I’m used to living alone in a big house, and everyone around me has a cold attitude. Isn’t it weird if I grew up having a cheery personality? Besides, is it even easy for me to change just like that?

After frowning for a while, he suddenly broke into a confident expression.

“No worries! You’ll see!”

“What? How can you lie to a doctor for being sick if you’re not?”

 

“Stomachache.”

“Oh? This should work. Let me tell you something: When I didn’t want to go to preschool before, I would always lie to Mommy about having stomachaches. Wow, Ian, you’re so clever.”

 

The little girl became happy again. She held Ian’s hands with her chubby little hands and looked at him admiringly.

Ian was rather speechless.

A few minutes later, Sasha finally grabbed a cab and took the siblings into the car.

Actually, she was a doctor herself, and she could tell if her kids had a headache or stomachache. But sometimes, mothers were just too cautious.

For example, she was worried about her son falling sick now.

Hence, she must take him to a good hospital to get a blood test or use modern medical equipment to have a medical check-up to play safe. Otherwise, she wouldn’t simply send her kids to any hospital.

was holding the “sick” kid

hand, was enjoying her sweet embrace as he had never

about your

“Huh? What?”

her daughter meant at that moment until after the chubby

near. Matt will get you sick

“No, he won’t.”

he made this up to steal her

didn’t want to be away from

ten-minute drive from Old Town to the hospital, and

Matthew Wand. We would like

It’s crowded over there now. How about visiting a specialist instead? You don’t have to waste time lining

important than my

with a specialist, Sasha took her registered number and headed to

Ian was still relatively calm after lying about his stomachache, but when he was suddenly brought to the specialist, his expression changed, and he wouldn’t

why did you

don’t want

forcefully broke free of

why are you running away?” she

with gray hair wearing a white coat came over. When he saw the little running figure, he was a little

Why is

“What? That’s Mr. Ian?”

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