Chapter 1245

It was Bruce who hurt me. Alex leaned back slightly, her little face set in a serious expression. "Uncle Bruce bullied you? I don't like him anymore! We're not friends with him anymore! Nance, take me to him—I must tell him off!" A wave of emotions surged through me again—bitterness, sorrow, and an ache that cut deep. Alex had always been frail, often sick. We shielded her carefully, and she, in turn, was always gentle and considerate. Even when she made mistakes, the harshest consequence she had ever known was some reprimanding. So, to her, the most severe punishment she could think of for Bruce was giving him a stern talking-to. But the world of adults was not so simple. She didn't understand—this couldn't be fixed with a reprimand. I held her for a long time, letting the warmth of her petite body settle my emotions. Slowly, I calmed down. "It's okay. I can handle this. You don't have to worry." She didn't respond—just wrapped her arms around me and held on tightly. I glance