Chapter 950: Enna Clark, I can't protect Gigi

Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Enna Clark, I can’t protect Gigi

Bobby Clark came over after the villa’s beds and sofas had all been replaced and the construction team had left.

As soon as he got out of the car, he hurried in, “Woman, where’s Gigi?”

“Next door, still asleep.”

It was as if Bobby had suddenly felt at ease, his little face visibly relaxed. After calming down, he realized that he didn’t know whose house this was. However, he was used to Baron Lawrence owning houses everywhere, so he didn’t ask further, assuming it was just another one of Baron Lawrence’s properties. He looked up, grabbed Enna Clark’s hand, and suddenly said, “Woman, can I take a walk with you?”

Can I take a walk with you?

Enna Clark paused for a moment, sensing something was off with him, and immediately said, “Sure, I’ve been wanting to walk around here too. Let’s go together.”

She took the little one’s hand, and the child, who was usually aloof, didn’t try to wiggle away but silently followed behind her.

This area was a high-end villa neighborhood, with each home spaced a hundred meters apart, the landscaping and lawns neatly trimmed and beautiful. As they walked, they could smell the camphor trees on both sides.

Enna Clark didn’t push him to talk, just quietly held his hand and took him for a stroll.

She could feel her own Bobby Clark occasionally glancing up at her, but he would quickly turn his head away as if afraid she would notice.

Enna Clark pretended not to notice his furtive glances and kept him company in silence.

Finally, after walking for over ten minutes, Bobby Clark suddenly kicked a small stone away and stopped, “Woman, am I not a good brother?”

Enna Clark patiently asked him, “Why would you say that?”

Bobby Clark bowed his head sullenly, silent.

After thinking for a while, Enna Clark continued, “I think you’re a good brother. Look, doesn’t Gigi really like you? Besides, the first word Gigi learned to say was your name. If you weren’t a good brother, Gigi wouldn’t have learned to call you ‘Brother’.”

“That’s because I bribed her with lollipops,” Bobby muttered softly, “She’s only one year old and doesn’t understand anything. She just wants to eat lollipops and that’s why she learned to call me ‘Brother.’ It has nothing to do with whether I’m good or not, woman, don’t try to trick me.”

Having a son with a sky-high IQ was a sweet annoyance. Enna Clark looked at his subdued expression, paused and said, “Even if Gigi is only one year old, it doesn’t mean she can’t tell good from bad. Because she’s a child, she can more directly feel who is good to her and who isn’t. She likes you, which must be because you are good to her. If you are good to her, that means you are a good brother, doesn’t it?”

“No!” Bobby flatly denied.

Enna Clark, feeling helpless, asked, “Then what do you think makes a good brother?”

Bobby fell silent again, his little face tightened, both stubborn and desolate.

Enna Clark, her heart aching with pity, pondered for a moment and said, “Is it because Gigi got sick this time?”

The little boy with a stubborn expression suddenly lifted his head, clearly touched by her words, his delicate lips quivering reluctantly as he said, “Enna Clark, I can’t protect Gigi.”

In his small phoenix eyes, so similar to that other person’s, flashed defeat, helplessness, and gloom.

“I can’t protect you, nor can I protect Gigi. I’m no help at all; I’m not a good brother.”

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