"Ah, my butterfly." The butterfly flew away, and Curly Baby sighed, her eyes full of reluctance. "What’s your name? Can you give me your phone number?" "You’re so annoying! It’s your fault my butterfly flew away." Seeing Curly Baby about to leave, George panicked and, as if possessed, kissed her peach-like lips. Curly Baby paused for a moment, then got up and kicked George hard in the crotch. "AH..." George screamed in pain. But that wasn’t all. Curly Baby also raised her little chubby hand, slapped George, and scolded, "Pervert!" Aria Harris was speechless. George knelt on the ground, covering his groin. Sienna Johnson was taken aback for a moment and then helped George up. "Are you okay?" Aria Harris, equally stunned, quickly ran over and picked up her son. She saw the imprint of fingers on her son’s cheek and his face contorted in pain. Aria’s heart ached, and she glanced at Curly Baby resentfully, saying, "How could you kick your brother there? Don’t you know how much that hurts?" "Mom, call the police! He just molested me! Let the police arrest this stinky pervert!" Curly Baby angrily pointed at George, speaking relentlessly. "Let’s go to the hospital first!" Sienna Johnson said; now was not the time to argue. Sienna Johnson drove them to a nearby hospital. Aria Harris held her son, whose little face was pale with pain, tears streaming down it. "George, don’t be afraid, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine..." "Mom, it hurts so much." They went to the hospital and directly into the emergency room. Sienna Johnson received a call about an urgent matter at work and couldn’t stay. Considering it would be inappropriate to leave them alone at the hospital, she called Vivian Abbey to handle the situation. The diagnosis was: a ruptured ****. Aria Harris was dumbfounded when she heard this. She hadn’t taken the children’s roughhousing seriously and never expected that the little girl’s kick could be so severe. "Doctor, will there be any sequelae? Will it affect his sexual function and fertility?" Aria Harris cried. She and Owen Hunter had been married for many years and only had this son. If George suffered any sequelae, what would happen to the Hunter Family? "We have already administered a tetanus antitoxin and performed local debridement. We now need to wait for him to recover slowly. As for whether there will be sequelae, we need to continue observation," the doctor tried to reassure the emotionally distraught mother. Aria Harris felt as if her world was collapsing and sobbed uncontrollably. Owen Hunter called and asked when she and their son would return. Aria Harris told him the whole story. "Owen, what do we do? If our George has any problems in the future..." she trailed off, sobbing. The most update n0vels are published on novęlfire.net "Don’t worry. I can’t come back right now. Adrian is in Wavecrest, and I’ll have him go to Sileria City immediately. It’s okay; with medical treatment so advanced, our son will be fine." Owen Hunter had never imagined his son’s trip to his maternal family’s home would cause such a huge mess. That place, can it just be kicked casually? Whose family’s girl is so cruel! Owen Hunter was too anxious to chat much with his wife. After hanging up, he called Adrian Desmond. Owen Hunter was currently on a golf course in Wavecrest, playing with a client. When the call came, he handed his golf club to a caddy and went to the rest area to answer. "Adrian, my son is injured. Go to Sileria City immediately. I’ll fly over tomorrow." Owen Hunter didn’t exchange pleasantries with Adrian Desmond but went straight to the point. Adrian Desmond frowned. "What happened?" "A little girl kicked and ruptured his ****." Adrian Desmond was stunned into silence. "Hello, are you listening?" Adrian Desmond had always been fond of George, and George usually clung to him. They had a good relationship. Now that something had happened to George, Adrian Desmond naturally had to check on him. "Walter, cancel all my upcoming appointments," Adrian Desmond instructed Walter Klein. "But the person you’re meeting tomorrow is very important. If you cancel now, it will be difficult to reschedule." Adrian Desmond wasn’t concerned. "If they lack sincerity, then there’s no need for me to cooperate with them. Although I see potential in the Orienta market, I’m not very interested. If they think they can find a better partner, let them." In recent years, Adrian Desmond’s ambitions had diminished. Walter Klein knew his mind wasn’t truly on business anymore, as many ventures had merely been maintained over the years. "Yes, I’ll see to it." "Check the distance from here to Sileria City. What’s the most convenient way for us to get there?" When Adrian Desmond arrived at the hospital, Aria Harris’s eyes were swollen from crying. George was asleep, and Aria Harris dared not cry aloud. "Adrian?" Aria Harris looked at him as if she had seen a savior. "What happened exactly?" Adrian Desmond asked. Aria Harris told him the whole story. After listening, Adrian Desmond said angrily, "Why is that girl so vicious?" Aria Harris remained silent. "Where are her parents?" he asked. "They left? They hurt someone and just ran away?" Adrian Desmond demanded. "No, they left a secretary at first, but then the secretary left too." Aria Harris handed Adrian Desmond the black and white business card Sienna Johnson had left. It read: "Sienna Johnson, CEO of Eastminster Group," followed by her phone number and email. Adrian Desmond was about to call the woman named Sienna Johnson when a man in a suit walked in, carrying a thermos. Seeing the two people in the room, he said, "Hello, I’m Curly’s father. I apologize for my daughter’s behavior today. Please rest assured, we’ll cover all the medical expenses, and we’ll do our best to meet any other requests you may have." Kenneth Brown had just returned from his business trip when he learned about the trouble Curly Baby had caused. He had always objected to Curly Baby learning martial arts with Lucas Robertson. And now look, one casual kick and someone else’s lifeline was ruined. "Yes, that’s good. Our demand is that your daughter marries George!" Adrian Desmond stated, taking advantage of Kenneth Brown’s offer to voice his own requirement. Kenneth Brown hadn’t expected such a demand. "This... this isn’t appropriate. The children are still too young. What if they don’t love each other in the future?" "Whether they love each other or not is irrelevant. Just have her marry him and keep her at home. If George finds someone else he likes, he can marry another one." "Sir, how can a man have two wives?" "In our Abyanabad, men can marry several wives!"