Kapitel 383: Cheeky

"I'm not doing it."

"Yes, you are."

"I'd rather you stab me with this puny scalpel!" Milo shouted, picking up the pathetic tool from the first aid box.

"Don't be a baby, you damn baby," Lina calmly said to him.

Milo was going to whine like a big baby all he wanted to. "I'm the youngest!"

"And I'm someone that doesn't care." Lina pointed a finger towards her husband. "Look," she turned serious. "Kaden is willing to bandage your knuckles. You're going to reciprocate the act and bandage his split lip."

"Is this the stop-fighting-t-shirt, but an even worse version?" Milo demanded. He remembered when they were children and would get into fights, their parents would shove them into a tiny t-shirt, so their bodies were forced to be in the proximity. The only way they could be relieved of the pressure was through a forced hug.

"No, this is the adult version." Lina shook her finger in the direction of her husband. "Couch. Now."