As the wet nurse held little black sister and approached the door, the child realized something and suddenly opened her mouth wide…
"Wah—!"
A sharp, hysterical cry erupted.
Kent sighed, dejectedly hung his head, and walked to the door, resignedly saying, "Let's go, I'll take her down."
After all, Uncle Bollock was here to pick her up, he would just have to endure a bit longer.
Seeing Kent was still by her side, little black sister obediently stopped crying.
She lay on the wet nurse's shoulder, looking at Kent with pitiful eyes, as if she knew she was about to leave his side.
As Kent walked, he said to little black sister, "When you go back, be good, and drink your milk. If you're good, I will be nice to you. But if you cry and fuss after you go back, I won't like you anymore."
Little black sister blinked her eyes, her thick eyelashes still wet with tears, and it was unclear whether she understood Kent's words.
