Raised by A Considerate Fighter Chapter 8

The bathroom door was open, and the mist that had filled the room just now quickly evaporated and dissipated.

The water in the bathtub was a little cold, and a draft was flowing in from the bathroom door. Simon squatted in the water with his arms folded, and soon he began to feel cold.

His front teeth chattered slightly and irregularly, but he did not stand up.

After a while, there were footsteps approaching from behind. The next moment, Simon's upper body exposed above the water was wrapped in a soft bath towel. Sister Pei's voice immediately appeared in her ears. It was still gentle, but it was a little shaky when she listened carefully: "Come on, let's get out after we finish washing. We'll catch a cold if we stay in the water for too long."

Before Xiao Simon was ready, Sister Pei wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him out of the water.

Sister Pei was a little plump, but not tall. Simon raised his face from her arms in a daze. He didn't expect that this auntie was so strong. He didn't expect that when he raised his head, his sight would meet Sister Pei's smiling and loving eyes.

Maybe it was because the aunt's smile was too warm. Xiao Simon opened his mouth, but before he could say out the unreasonable rejection and resistance in his heart, he was taken over by another pair of more steady and powerful arms.

"Hey, Master..." Sister Pei's arms felt empty, and she said hurriedly, "I can hold you, how can I let you---"

"It's okay." Owen carried Xiao Simon out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom, saying calmly, "Bring the T-shirt over, and get the child a towel to wipe his hair."

Sister Pei responded hurriedly. Owen carried Simon to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt and put him on the bed. After taking away the bath towel, he pulled the quilt over and wrapped it around Simon, wrapping the fair and clean child into a soft and round cotton roll.

Sister Pei brought clothes and a hair dryer and let Simon wrap himself in the quilt. She first wiped the water off his hair and then blew his hair dry thoroughly. After turning off the hair dryer and making sure that Simon was no longer cold, she let him cover his legs with the quilt and put on Owen's big T-shirt.

Sister Pei put away the hair dryer and looked at the fair and weak little person on the bed. She couldn't help but laugh and tease him: "Oh, this little cutie is so beautiful after taking a bath. Such big eyes and small face, and she is so white. If you don't know, you would think she is a little girl!" After that, she sighed and shook her head, muttering softly, "Such a good little kid, how could you do that..."

Sister Pei went to the bathroom to clean up the mess. Owen had been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window beside the bed. He walked over and sat down next to Simon. Simon still kept his head down and said nothing, but his little hand was grasping a corner of the quilt, and his fingertips were rubbing the watery fabric.

After a while, Owen seemed to sigh and asked him: "Was it your aunt who hit you?"

Simon quickly looked up at him, then looked away, his eyes falling on the dark pattern on the navy blue quilt. After a moment, he shook his head and whispered, "My uncle, and He Zhou."

In fact, my aunt would beat him occasionally, but not so hard. It hurt, but the injury was not noticeable.

Owen frowned and asked, "Does your father know that they beat you?"

There was a small bookshelf in the bedroom where Simon lived, and Simon's portrait was placed on it. Hearing this, Simon raised his head and looked at Simon's face in the photo. After a long time, he shook his head again.

Owen asked: "Don't know, or do you know but don't care?"

"I don't know." Simon answered quickly this time, but his voice was still very soft. After saying this, he turned his head and looked away.

Owen lowered his eyes and said nothing, but he was obviously skeptical about the statement of "I don't know".

Through the various behaviors of this family over the past two days, plus the injuries on Simon's body that he saw with his own eyes tonight, he has reason to re-evaluate the character of everyone in the Lin family.

"I really don't know." Xiao Simon seemed to have seen through Owen's thoughts at the moment. He spoke a little more, more like defending Simon, "My dad... works on the construction site all year round and can't come home many times a year."

Moreover, even when he was beaten, Simon never suffered serious injuries, let alone bleeding from the wounds. No matter whether it was Henry or He Zhou, they usually hit him on the back or but.tocks, usually with the fire stick next to the stove. After two hits, he would feel better and then it would be over. Although Simon felt pain when he was beaten, the wounds only remained swollen for a few days, and purple for a few days if the beating was severe. In about half a month, the color turned from purple to blue, and later it was completely unrecognizable.

Even when Simon suddenly returned home and accidentally discovered marks on Simon's body twice, Henry simply said that the child was naughty and accidentally bumped into something, and he just perfunctorily brushed it off.

Owen had never experienced such a family, and he had never had the same experience in his childhood, so he was more rational than empathetic in this matter. He could not understand Simon's thoughts: "Then why don't you tell your father?"

Simon stared at him for a while, and found that his expression was serious and upright when he asked this question, and he didn't mean to be joking at all, so he asked back: "What's the point of telling you?"

Owen was speechless for a moment.

Yes. With such a deformed family environment and such a morbid growth atmosphere, the ability of such a young child to protect himself is almost negligible.

Or maybe she might have confided to Simon about the experiences and treatments she had endured at home. However, when faced with the helpless predicament of life, she probably just brushed aside the harsh treatments with a simple "be obedient" comment.

At this point, Owen seemed to suddenly understand why this child was particularly sensitive and resistant to the unintentional touch of others in daily life.

It's probably an instinctive stress response, or more seriously, a certain kind of psychological defense has been formed.

It was already late. After two days and one night of tossing and turning, what the child needed most was a good night's sleep. Owen stood up from the bed and asked with his eyes downcast: "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

Simon shook his head. After all, when he was in his hometown before, he slept in the west wing alone.

Owen's frown relaxed a little, and he rarely showed a gentle smile: "Then have a good sleep, and I'll take you shopping for clothes tomorrow."

Simon suddenly asked: "Are you going too?"

"I'm not going, but they are all people you know, don't be afraid." Owen knew that this was a manifestation of the child's lack of security when leaving the familiar environment. "Uncle Song who has been with you these two days, and Sister Pei... Oh, you have to call them aunt, they will go with you."

So Xiao Simon kept silent, neither saying good nor bad, and turned into a quiet and silent snowman again.

Maybe he was really too tired, plus he had been in a daze for the past two days, so Simon spent the first night in a strange home, and miraculously he did not show any sign of choosing a seat.

I slept so soundly that if I hadn’t been woken up by Sister Pei knocking on the door in the morning, I would have probably slept the whole night.

Simon got out of bed wearing a big T-shirt. There were no slippers that he could wear at Owen's house, and Sister Pei didn't dare to let him wear adult slippers, for fear that he might accidentally trip while walking. So she took out a pair of socks from Simon's small package and hurriedly asked him to put them on, saying that children should not walk on the ground barefoot or they would catch a cold. In fact, the floor heating in the room was sufficient, and even if he walked on the floor barefoot, the warmth would spread from the soles of his feet along his calves up.

He didn't need anyone to tell him to go to the bathroom to wash up, and then he heard Sister Pei calling him to the restaurant for breakfast.

The restaurant is located behind the small bar on the first floor. It is a separate split-level glass greenhouse, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides. Sitting at the dining table, you can overlook the hill behind the villa. At this time, the sun shines through the window, making the room bright. There are two types of breakfast, Chinese and Western, on the large dining table. Simon subconsciously thought that someone else would come, but Sister Pei asked him with a smile whether he wanted milk or a bowl of wontons.

Simon didn't expect that the plates and dishes in front of him, which looked both beautiful and delicious, were actually prepared for him alone.

What he didn't expect was that Sister Pei didn't sit with him to eat breakfast. Instead, when he started to eat, she served herself breakfast, took the plate and returned to the nanny's room.

Simon couldn't figure out the reason for this action, but inexplicably, he felt a strange and awkward discomfort in his heart.

Although Simon's eating speed was not slow, Sister Pei finished eating before him. When he put down his chopsticks, Sister Pei had already brought the clothes he wore last night and discussed with him with a smile: "I looked and only these two pieces are barely wearable. Fortunately, they were washed and dried last night. Let's wear them for a while, okay?"

What's wrong with that? In Simon's opinion, this was a matter of course. He took the clothes and put them on a chair beside him. Just as he was about to clean up the table with Sister Pei, Sister Pei said "Ouch" and snatched the bowl away before he could even pick it up.

Sister Pei: "Xiaoguai, what are you doing? How can I let you clean it up?"

Before Simon could retract his hand, he was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he suddenly said, "I can wash the dishes and pots without breaking anything."

"You can't do these things." Sister Pei said with a smile, "You are a small boss. How can a boss do these things personally? Are you trying to make my aunt lose her job?"

Simon understood the meaning of the title "boss" and was about to shake his head to deny it when Sister Pei entered the kitchen carrying the dishes.

Simon was somewhat at a loss about the current situation. It was the first time in his life that someone had taken care of him so attentively, and it could even be called pampering. However, this meticulous care also made him feel uneasy, just like a person who had been hungry for a long time. When he saw a table full of delicacies, his first reaction was not to pounce on them and eat them without hesitation, but to be restrained and nervous, not knowing whether he would have the next chance to eat a full meal after finishing this meal.

When Sister Pei came out of the kitchen after cleaning up, Simon had already changed her clothes and was sitting quietly on the sofa waiting. When she saw her coming over, she suddenly asked, "Where's he?"

Owen has not appeared since he woke up in the morning.

It took Sister Pei two seconds to realize who the "he" was referring to, and she replied, "The young master went out before dawn, and you were still sleeping when he left." After thinking for a moment, she corrected with a smile, "But Xiaoguai, it's not right to call the young master like that. According to age, you should call him Big Brother..."

Simon looked at her indifferently, and after a while, shook his head.

It should be "little uncle", he corrected himself in his mind, thinking that grandpa's son should be called uncle.