Ryan whimpered as he reached out to me, his arm bearing a large abrasion.
Against his delicate, fair skin, the wound looked especially jarring.
I had no choice but to take him to the clinic.
In truth, it only appeared serious. It was only a scrape.
Ryan cried out in pain, stubbornly refusing to let the doctor treat the wound.
I gave him a cold look. He immediately fell silent.
It clearly hurt because his small face was all scrunched up.
He kept looking at me pitifully, wanting to come closer but holding back cautiously.
I sighed and sat across from him while the doctor stepped out to fetch medicine.
"Ryan, what exactly do you want? You're the one who said you didn't want me as your mom and told me to leave. You're grown up now. The first thing you need to learn is to take responsi
