Chapter 265

He watched her hands as she sank the needle into his skin and pulled it out calmly; the rage on her face told him that if he did as much as breathe a little too loud, she would jab it into his head.

The moment sent him back to when they were little; his mother had always been their nurse for minor injuries, well, if you could call it that.

But the next thing, they were stuck on a chair in her room, knowing they would be spending the night in her cozy embrace while the others watched on, jealous.

Milo was most likely to occupy the chair anyway, ending up with stitches he'd show off like a trophy, and their mother perspiring with worry behind him.

"Keeping such injuries to yourself? What did you do? Walk into a den?!" she muttered fiercely.

If he told her what happened, there was a high chance he would be getting whooped. As long as she didn't call him President or Nikolai, he was just fine.

"Clara was available; you could at least walk up to her, but nope