Upon hearing that it was something for the child, Old Madam Brown burst into a smile: "Oh, how wonderful! I love those little things for children, so tiny and adorable..."
Grace Gordon nodded in agreement.
"Stanhope is getting the stuff outside. Bring it in for grandmother to see..." Grace Gordon sat beside Old Madam Brown with a smile.
"Okay, okay..." Saying that, Old Madam Brown removed her reading glasses, and looked at Jenner Summer, who stood there motionless with a wronged expression on her face and her finger in her mouth, "Summer... go get the wound wrapped up and come back! Grandmother has Grace here..."
As soon as Old Madam Brown's voice fell, Stanhope Brown walked in from outside the hospital ward with bags in hand.
Old Madam Brown beamed, "Stanhope is here..."
"Stanhope..." Jenner Summer loosened her lips from her hand and called his name softly.
The wound on Jenner Summer's hand seemed deep. As she loosened her lips to speak, her lips were stained with red blood.