Arianne gave Harvey an estimate of the money Harvey would need to last until his graduation and internship. She did not give him anything extra, as she worried that it would cause further issues. Harvey accepted it, but he still felt apologetic. “I’ll pay you back when I start working, sis. I promise I’ll do it.”
Arianne did not decline his offer. “Sure. I’ll wait for you to start earning your salary to pay me back. The money for you to get home is included too. Try to go home sooner and have a Merry Christmas.”
Robin waited for Harvey to leave, then asked, “Was that your brother?”
Arianne nodded. “My aunt’s son. My grandmother adopted her, so we’re not related by blood. However, my cousin isn’t all that bad. He’s not like his parents.”
Arianne walked around a little more after buying fruits, then headed home. Aristotle had just finished his milk and was feeling particularly energized. He was crawling around on the ground and refused to stop.
Poor Mary was already old enough, yet she still had to follow him around, worried that he would knock into something. After a few rounds, she felt as if her back was close to breaking.
Seeing this, Arianne strode forward and said, “Mary, you should get some rest. I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry, let him crawl around. It’s fine if he knocks into something. He’ll learn to be more careful from then on. He has to experience some form of hardship as he grows, or otherwise, how would he learn? It’s not good to be overprotective. As long as it’s not too dangerous, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Despite her words, she couldn’t bring herself to actually do it. She was more cautious than Mary. Aristotle crawled at an exceptional speed, as if he had an endless supply of energy. After a few tedious rounds, she felt as if she had gotten old. Her entire body was sore…
Aristotle actually decided to crawl upstairs while Arianne was sitting down to have a break. Left with no choice, she ran after him. Aristotle took twenty minus to slowly crawl upstairs. He huffed and puffed as he used both arms and legs. When he reached the top, he sat on the ground to rest for a while then continued crawling.
A wicked smile hung on the corners of Arianne’s lips. “That’s right. Didn’t you tell me not to carry him like that? The baby’s in your hands now. You deal with it yourself. It should be pretty easy to wash his buttocks, right? I’m going to rest. I’m exhausted.”
Mark’s face changed from green to white. “Mary! Mary! Smore has defecated in his pants. Wash him!”
As he spoke, he placed Aristotle onto the ground in disgust. Aristotle immediately began to crawl from the moment his legs touched the ground. He crawled very quickly, just like a rodent.
By the time Mary washed Aristotle clean, Mark had already finished his shower. His germaphobic tendencies were acting up, so he kept smelling his hands, which previously held Aristotle. There were clearly layers of clothes and a diaper in between them, yet he felt as if he had touched his excrement.
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