Mary Scott looked at her younger brother, who hung his head in guilt, and sighed softly, "Go back to the ward first."
"Sis, I'm not going back. I want to go with you!" In the past, his sister had protected him so well that he didn't understand how sharp reporters' words could hurt someone. Now that he understood, how could he bear to let his sister face that alone?
"Alfred, listen to me." Mary glanced at the bandage on Alfred's arm, her soft voice carrying a hint of firmness.
But unlike before, Alfred didn't obediently listen because he was afraid of her anger. Instead, he stubbornly stood to the side, gazing at Mary with a resolute look in his eyes.
Mary furrowed her brows tightly, "Alfred, are you not going to listen to your sister anymore?"
