Chapter 1477 - 1518: Eyes Alike

It’s just... thinking about what the doctor told her today at the hospital, her gaze dimmed again. The doctor said that due to the impact, the child shows signs of various sluggish reactions or lack of comprehension. Now, because the child is still young, it isn’t too apparent, but as the child ages, these gaps in reaction time and understanding will become more and more obvious.

For others, at ages five and eight, comprehension and learning abilities naturally grow and are distinctly different. But for the child, at five, he would appear to be like a three-year-old, and at eight, he would still act like a three-year-old, without improvement as he grows older.

They must find a way to get the child his surgery earlier, for better treatment. So, she cannot leave the May Family now. Only with the May Family’s good income can she possibly save enough for those surgery fees, Amelia Foster thought to herself.

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In the main house of the May residence, Jeremiah May took off his clothes and looked at the still faintly visible stains on his pant legs. Those were from the dust that clung to him when the child, Xie Nannan, hugged him earlier.

He pursed his thin lips and looked at himself in the mirror. Despite being only twelve years old, his eyes held a clarity and coldness beyond his years.

Jeremiah couldn’t help but raise his hand to touch his eyes. He had heard people say many times that his eyes looked most like his uncle’s, even his father said so.

He still remembered when he was little, and his father was alive, his father would touch his eyes and say, "Your eyes really do look like your uncle’s."

"But didn’t Mommy say my eyes look like Daddy’s?" he had questioned at that time.

"Your uncle and I are brothers; naturally, our eyes are similar. But when I say ’alike,’ I mean more your expression." his father had explained.

Expression? Back then, he didn’t understand—how could expressions be alike or not alike?

It wasn’t until after his parents died, and he saw his uncle for the first time, seeing that man who resembled his father appear before him.

Upon seeing him, his uncle smiled and said, "I didn’t expect your expression to be quite like mine—cold and detached, yet ruthless. I heard that when your parents died, you didn’t even shed a tear. You’re truly a child of the May Family."

Cold? Ruthless? When his parents died, indeed, he didn’t cry. He heard people gossip, calling him heartless, saying he was inherently indifferent, completely unlike a child. After all, he was only eight years old then.

When relatives die, must one cry? For someone like him, who had witnessed war since birth and nearly every day saw death, death seemed a very straightforward matter. Even when his parents fell before him, he could only watch without shedding a tear.

It’s as if tears were a distant concept for him. Since he could remember, he couldn’t recall crying.

This child is too cold and unfeeling... that’s what he heard others say about him.

But when uncle heard such remarks, he only smiled and then looked at him saying, "Jeremiah, do you know why I smiled?"

"Why?" he asked in return.

"Because those who speak about you are both right and wrong." his uncle said.