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But she also wasn’t like when she’d seen Jeremiah May before, taking the initiative to give kisses and all that. Instead, her little head was lowered as she sucked on her own thumb, that expression of hers turning wooden and dazed again.

Of course, Clarence Xenos knew this was his little sister’s way of acting "good." To her, this was what "being good" looked like. Just now this Young Master Walker had come looking to play with his sister, and their mom had reminded her too, telling her to "be good." And clearly, his sister had taken their mom’s words to heart.

So really, Clarence didn’t think his sister was stupid at all. And their mom said that as long as they saved up enough Money in the future to take his sister to a big Hospital to see a doctor, she would get better and become very smart.

At such a young age, Clarence had already made up his mind in his heart: he had to study hard, so that in the future he could find a good job and save Money with their mom to get treatment for his sister.

Right now, Jeremiah May looked at this quiet little girl and just felt a bit stifled in his chest. By comparison, he actually would rather see that little thing who used to cling to him and refuse to let go.

Jeremiah May put the little one down. Once she was standing steady, she moved her two little legs and quickly ran over to her brother’s side. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Brother, Ivy... is being good."

"Mm, Ivy is very good." Clarence said, taking the little one’s hand, then respectfully said to Jeremiah May, "Then, Young Master, my sister and I will go out first." He knew too that this main room was not a place they should be coming to.

Jeremiah May responded, and Clarence led Ivy away. David Walker, meanwhile, scooted up next to his friend and said, "What’s with you? You look like you’re really in a bad mood."

In a bad mood? Was he? Jeremiah shot David a glare. At most, he was just not used to this sudden coldness from the little one.

Especially since he’d already said he wouldn’t drive her family out, yet the little girl was still sitting there wooden and quiet, treating him like thin air. That was what made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Of course, that was all. Even if that brother of hers kept insisting she wasn’t an idiot, in his eyes, she was still ultimately dumb.

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Up in the sky, a bright Full Moon hung high, silver moonlight spilling down. For many people, they liked seeing the Full Moon, as it symbolized wholeness and beauty. But for some, the Full Moon only represented a kind of pain.

In the Quinn Family residence, Mabel Quinn’s hand was holding Kyle Kinston’s. As they walked along the covered corridor, she suddenly stopped, lifted her eyes to the Full Moon hanging outside, and asked, "Tell me... do you think Ivy right now... is she in pain?" She couldn’t help but ask. She didn’t know whether their daughter had inherited this Blood Curse, didn’t know whether their daughter’s body was in pain. All kinds of speculation kept churning in her mind.

"Before, Ivy never showed any signs of inheriting the Blood Curse. Maybe the Blood Curse just won’t appear in her." Kyle Kinston said, looking at his wife with aching tenderness.

During this period, his wife had grown terribly thin. The morning sickness was severe; no matter what she ate, she would throw up. Yet the more she vomited, the more she forced herself to eat, which made his heart ache and tremble.

He could only hate himself for not being able to bear this suffering of pregnancy in her place. Losing their daughter, he was only enduring a spiritual pain, but she was bearing both the mental and the physical torment.