My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

"I’ll keep an eye on Titus Quinn," Leon Rivers said, draping his jacket over his shoulder. "I think Jared staying with Melody nonstop for these three days is the best."

"Of course," Jared pulled out a cigarette but didn’t smoke it, pinching it between his fingers. "We’ve got to stick it out with the situation outside first!"

"Okay."

"Melody~" Timmy was woken up by the earlier noise and instinctively reached to scratch the sofa against his forehead. It hurt and was really uncomfortable.

"Sweetheart, don’t scratch," Melody Thorne quickly held his hand down. "It’ll be a hassle if it breaks open, it’ll heal in a couple of days."

Timmy frowned; he had three or four stitches on his head, which felt particularly uncomfortable, like small ants biting inside.

"Come, let’s eat first," Jared opened the meal sent by the butler, seven dishes and one soup, basically everything Melody Thorne and Timmy liked to eat.

"Will it leave a scar?" Timmy asked worriedly, "I’m the handsomest one in the class, it’d be bad if there’s a scar."

"Psh," Melody Thorne couldn’t help but laugh. "No, it definitely won’t leave a scar."

Timmy’s right hand had an IV bottle, he lay still, his face a bit flushed.

"What’s the matter? You’re not having a fever again, are you?" Melody Thorne touched his forehead, neither hot nor cold, just the right temperature.

"No... not that," Timmy’s face turned even redder.

"Then what’s wrong?" Melody Thorne was puzzled.

"He needs to use the bathroom," Jared revealed with a word, his large hands already taking down the IV bottle to hoist Timmy up.

"Dad, why are you lifting me? I can go myself; you’ve got to take the needle out," Timmy’s face still flushed. "I don’t want you to take me."

"Why not?"

"I’m not used to it!"

Jared scoffed lightly. "I raised you since you were little, I know how many times you wet the bed, including your size back then. What’s there to be embarrassed about now?"

Timmy "...I’m not embarrassed, but you can’t bring up my past!"

Melody’s here; talking like this is embarrassing.

"Alright, you two go quickly," Melody Thorne almost couldn’t hold back her laughter, but Timmy prized face, so she restrained herself.

"Let’s go!"

Timmy awkwardly headed towards the bathroom, turning back, "Dad, wait outside, no peeking."

Jared "..."

He bent down and swiftly pulled down Timmy’s little pants, checking his size. "Already saw it, hasn’t grown yet!"

Timmy "!!!"

"That’s because I’m not as old as you; once I reach your age, I’ll definitely be bigger!"

"Hurry up," Jared urged. "Why are you talking so much!"

Timmy unwillingly turned away, grumbling a couple of times.

Melody Thorne watched the big and small duo inside, holding back her laughter. Her silent phone suddenly received a message from an unremarked number.

[Do you want to know whether Timmy’s injury was accidental or intentional?]

What does this mean, sending her such a message obviously suggesting that the incident at school was actually intentional?

[Who are you?] Melody Thorne replied.

But the person didn’t reply again.

Timmy and Jared came out of the bathroom.

"I’ll feed Timmy," Melody Thorne placed her phone on the nearby table.

"I’ll do it," Jared hung the IV bottle, holding the meal in one hand, picking out some food Timmy liked with the other.

"I want to eat with a spoon," Timmy wasn’t buying it, turning his little face away.