Chapter 441 Slap

"Daddy, I'm sorry..."

Brain's voice was like a kitten, scratching on the heart of Enrique.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit Bruce. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I shouldn't have made mommy
cry."

As Brain spoke, he began to sob again. He really shouldn't have done that. Just now, when he saw his
mother crying because of anger, he felt guilty. He was a bad child. That nanny said that he would never
be loved by anyone in the future. Bruce must be angry with him too. His mother, Grandpa Harris and
Grandpa Albert were all angry with him.

"Don't cry. Daddy will bring Bruce here later. You should apologize to him."

Brain nodded and didn't want to get out from Enrique's arms. Father's hug was so warm. He was so
tired and his head ached. He wanted to sleep. His eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell asleep
in the arms of Enrique. Enrique put Brain on the bed, and suddenly saw his face slightly swollen.

If it weren't for Brain and Bruce had baby fat, he would have seen it just now. He lowered his head.
Although it had faded a lot, it was still clear. Who hit him? Teresa? Enrique's tightly closed lips were
able to tell others how angry he was. He had been tired enough when he worked outside. When he
came back home, Teresa even didn't take good care of the two children.

How could she even hit the child now? Good, very good. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Enrique didn't
go downstairs to have dinner. Just at this time, the family doctor arrived at the outside of the Shen
Family, stopped the car, and came to the Shen Family for the second time today. After greeting at
Harris and others, he went upstairs in a hurry.



In the Shen Family, everyone was easy-going. However, Enrique, the one who seemed to be the most
easy-going, was the most unaccommodating one. What's more, his another child was also sick this
time. It could be heard from the phone that Enrique was in a very bad mood. If he went late, he would
probably be killed by Enrique.

Harris had been waiting at the table for a long time, but Enrique still couldn't make it downstairs. He
wanted to ask the servant to go upstairs to have a look, but before the servant could come, the family
doctor came. Harris frowned and looked at the doctor who had hurriedly greeted them and went
upstairs.

"I'll go upstairs and have a look."

"I'll go with you. Wait for me. Harris."

Harris felt that something must have happened to Brain, so did Albert. He quickly stood up and
followed behind Harris. Teresa also frowned, and Bruce pulled Teresa's clothes by his hand.

"Mommy, something must happen to Brain. Let's go to see him too. I'm so worried about him."

"Okay."

Of course, Teresa was also worried. When she saw the doctor coming in a hurry, she was burning with
anxiety. She stood up, held Bruce in her arms, and rushed to Brain's room. She was angry with Brain,
but she was also much angrier with herself. She didn't take good care of the two children, nor did she
educate them well. If it weren't for this, how could Brain be so irritable and act like this?

Just now, she just thought that Brain acted like Enrique, so she hit him. In fact, after giving Brain a slap,
she had already regretted, and even felt sorry for Brain. But later, Brain hit the young girl who was a
servant in their house. She was angry again. And she even didn't pay attention to...



"Mr. Harris, Mr. Enrique, I've checked up on Mr. Brain. He had a high fever because of crying. I will give
him an injection to bring down his fever and prescribe some medicine for him."

How could Enrique not see the number of thirty-eight and a half degrees on the thermometer? The
child was burning like this. Teresa even didn't know about this. He really doubted whether this woman
was suitable to be a mother of two children or not. He even doubted how she took care of two children
when she was abroad.

"Really? Is he really OK? "

"Doctor. Is Brain really okay?"

"Mr. Albert, Mr. Harris, don't worry. The fever will be brought down soon after the injection. I will wait
here until the fever is brought down."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Harris and Albert looked at Brain who was lying on the bed with a red face and kept asking. They didn't
feel relieved until they got the doctor's confirmation. The doctor told them that he would stay until
Brain's fever was brought down. As for whether they would eat dinner or not, they had no time to care.

Teresa's eyes turned red. She was holding Bruce in her arms, but her eyes were fixed on Brain. She
actually ignored Brain and Bruce too much. As long as they cried for too long, they would get sick. She
deserved to die. She was really not a good mother. Brain, my child, it was all my fault.

"Mommy, Brain will be fine. Don't be sad."

Although Bruce couldn't be seen with one eye, he could see Teresa's guilty and sad face with the other
eye. He really hoped that Brain could recover soon. At this time, Enrique stood up, walked to Teresa,
reached out his hand and held Bruce from her arms.



"Daddy."

"Does your eyes still hurt? Just now, Brain told daddy that he would apologize to you when he woke
up."

Bruce shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Bruce just wants Brain to get better soon. I didn't blame Brain at all. So, dad, don't be
angry with Bruce. Bruce didn't fight with Brain. It's true."

Enrique nodded with a gentle smile and reached out to touch Bruce's little face.

"I'm not angry. Both Bruce and Brain are good kids."

With Bruce in his arms, Enrique sat on the edge of Brain's bed, without looking at Teresa. Seeing this,
Albert knew that Enrique must be mad at Abby because of their children. He sighed slightly. He wanted
to say something, but he didn't think it was appropriate. After all, if he spoke now, it would seem that he
was protecting his daughter, which would make Enrique more uncomfortable.

The doctor didn't leave until Brain's fever was brought down. Albert, Harris was reluctant to go back to
their own room, and they stayed in Brain's room. Bruce had fallen asleep in the arms of Enrique.
Teresa had been taking care of Brain all the time. She changed a towel and gently wiped his face,
trying to make the little boy who was frowning in sleep feel better.

"Dad, father, it's late. You two can go back to your room and have a rest. I'll take care of Brain with
Teresa."

Enrique suddenly said. Harris and Albert looked at each other and nodded. In fact, they could see that
the Enrique wanted to have a talk with Teresa. It was not convenient for them to be here. However,
Albert still looked at Teresa worriedly.




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