Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"Young Master...um...please put the little girl down." Amelia Foster cautiously suggested from the side, fearing that if the young master was displeased, he might just let her daughter fall to the ground.

Even though the height wasn’t very high, and there was grass below, the thought that her daughter’s head injury had already made her simple-minded made Amelia genuinely afraid that another fall could worsen the situation.

However, Jeremiah May completely ignored Amelia’s words, his dark eyes fixed on the small child in his arms. "Does it not hurt anymore?" Compared to earlier, there wasn’t a trace of pain on her face now.

This time, the little girl seemed to understand and responded immediately, "Hold brother...pain...gone...feels better..."

"..." A dark shadow flitted across Jeremiah’s exquisitely handsome yet still youthful-looking face. What did she mean? Holding him made her feel better?

Or was all the previous display of pain just an act?

An act? Could a simple-minded child pretend? Jeremiah thought he was overthinking it; it was laughable that he was even conversing with her.

Jeremiah placed the little girl down—not dropping her, which allowed Amelia to breathe a sigh of relief as she hurriedly took her daughter into her arms. Then she heard Jeremiah say, "Tell your daughter not to hold onto me so carelessly in the future. I never liked being held."

The cold voice and the icy demeanor startled Amelia, who quickly responded, "Yes, yes, I will certainly teach her well, and it won’t happen again."

The little girl, however, seemed not to understand what had happened, her dark eyes still fixed on Jeremiah, as she tried to plead for a hug.

She really liked holding that big brother...holding him made the pain fly away, it felt so comfortable...even though the pain was gone now, she still wanted a hug...

But why couldn’t she get a hug?

After saying these words, Jeremiah didn’t look at the little girl again and turned to leave. Only then did Amelia hastily ask her daughter, "Sweetie, does it hurt anywhere else? What was hurting earlier?"

Despite her questioning, the little girl appeared unresponsive. Amelia understood it was due to her daughter’s head injury, which had caused delayed reactions. After repeating the question several times, the little girl shook her head, eyes filled with a confusion she didn’t comprehend, and pressed her small hand against her chest, "It hurt...but holding brother means no pain."

"..." Amelia found it strange. Could it be that her daughter wasn’t truly in pain earlier, but was using "pain" to convey some other meaning because she couldn’t be held by the young master?

Yet, recalling the paleness of her daughter’s face at that time, it didn’t seem like something that could be faked.

If Kyle Kinston were present at that moment, he would have easily understood. It was a sign of the pre-Full Moon pain, reminding the Kinston Family of the impending Full Moon pain.

However, the curse of pain within the Kinston Family’s bloodline grew stronger year by year, but children typically experienced it less intensely due to their younger age.

From another perspective, children’s pain tolerance is naturally less than that of adults. For instance, a simple blood draw might only make an adult furrow their brow, but a child would cry out as if in unbearable pain.