Dolores took a wet wipe and handed it to him.

Matthew didn’t respond to her, just stared at her faintly.

Her daughter did this to him; shouldn’t Dolores wipe his face herself?

Dolores understood the look in his eyes and stretched out her hand to wipe his face, but Simona pulled the hem of her shirt, “Mommy, give it to me. I will wipe Daddy’s face.”

Matthew, “…”

Dolores looked down at her daughter, her little eyes full of longing, begging to do it.

Simona pulled on her clothes and acted like a baby, “Mommy, I want to do it, let me do it.”

Dolores couldn’t refuse. Just as she was about to hand it to Simona, Matthew took it and wiped his face.

Dolores, “…”

She grumbled, “Is my daughter the devil?”

“Almost.”

Matthew wiped his face and gave the wet wipe back to Dolores, “I’m going.”

Simona frowned, thinking about the meaning of their words. As the door closed, she still hadn’t understood the meaning. She looked up at Dolores and asked, “Mommy, who is the devil?”

“Nobody. Let’s go eat.” Dolores picked her up and brought her back to the table, “Listen to your grandmother.”

Simona turned her head and looked at the closed door, thinking about when her Daddy was going to come back.

Jessica was feeding her but she was too absent-minded to ear properly.

Her head was full of Matthew.

Dolores looked at her daughter and sighed deeply. What was she going to do with her? She thought.

But again, for the time being she could not immediately take Simona away from Matthew. Their safety was most important, so they could only take it slow.

Dolores took a tray of food for Samuel to his room. She held the tray in one hand and opened the door of the room with the other. Samuel was standing by the window, holding the curtains, watching Matthew drive away.

“What are you looking at?” Dolores walked in.

Samuel hurriedly pulled the curtains closed and shook his head, “Nothing. I was just bored in the house, so was looking outside.”

“If you want to come out then just come out. The swelling on your face has gone down a lot, no once will be able to see it.” Putting the food on the table, Dolores walked over and sat on the chair.

“No, it’s too ugly to be seen by anyone.” Samuel’s ego was pretty big.

Dolores put the milk in front of him, “What do you want to eat tomorrow? I will make it for you.”

Samuel shook his head and lowered his eyes. He stuffed his mouth with rice, not really chewing, looking a little depressed.

Dolores came over, hugged him and said in a distressed tone, “Samuel, what is the matter? Does your head hurt?”

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