After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 937

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___At this, he couldn’t help but worry about the girl and nag her in his mind at the same time.

Why did she have to work so far from home, anyway? Look at them now, unable to find each other...

He should have put his foot down when she said she wanted to work in the City! Obviously, there were perfectly good clinics in their suburban area!

What ’widen her world’, what ’see the city’, and what ’meet new people’? She could barely interact with people without flinching!

The City was such a different world from what she was used to. She was so meek and indecisive… wouldn’t she just be pushed around?

Now… they were in a world where it would be near-impossible for a personality like that to live well, and he could only hope that she encountered a miracle!

At the same time, he couldn’t help but take a peek at his son. He was looking around with awe, though his eyes were still a bit red from sniffling.

Den, one of the friends he made along the way, couldn’t help but look at Sheldon and shake his head. "Goodness, after so long, he’s still a crybaby."

Albert felt a bit embarrassed, but he didn’t know what to say. "He’s… still adjusting," was all he said. "We’ll get better soon."

Den patted his shoulder. "You know, it’s good to do tough love sometimes. Being too soft on the kids might not do them well."

This made his feet pause and frown.

His eyes couldn’t help but shift to his son, who had always been passive. Because he had such a passive personality, he and his wife often decided things for him.

They decided where he should go to school, what extracurriculars he should pursue, how he should behave in front of their friends, and what time he had to be home every day.

This was the same with Sheila…

They pushed that line of work to her because it was a stable job that wouldn’t replaced easily by technology. Most importantly, it would make sure she could take care of her own body.

She could also take care of them, so they could guide her for as long as they could.

That was their reasoning, but… was it correct?

He bit his lips as a realization—one that he had been pushing down—slowly crept upon him. This thought had been inkling at the back of his head for a while, but he was too busy to survive to do any more introspection.

Had they been too… soft?

While trying to protect and help their kids, did they hinder their growth instead?

If something happened to them… he couldn’t help but feel that he had something to do with it, and it made him feel even more heavy than he already was.

He wondered if… he should’ve pushed them more.

If he had, would they have been stronger people? Would they have been able to handle the real world better?

"Dad?" Sheldon called on to him. He had apparently been left behind by their group without them noticing.

He looked at his sniffling son who was now entering his teenage years, and then he looked around him—there were many people there, some watching their movements.

He also saw young children around his son’s age. They were also thin, but their eyes seemed to have flares to them.