Kyson stroked her head gently and gave her a tender ki*s on the forehead.
âYou are the one I love most.
No one can hold a candle to you in my heart.
â
He gazed at Destineeâs beautiful face, which was just like Lucindaâs when she was a child.
He took her hands and placed them on his chest.
âYou live right here in my heart.
Iâll always keep this spot just for you.
â
Even though Destinee wasnât his biological daughter and they had no blood relation, to him, she was the little girl he couldnât bear to be apart from.
Destinee blinked her eyes playfully.
âWhat about my brother? Where does he fit in your heart?â
Kysonâs expression stiffened slightly, and his smile slowly faded.
He paused for a long time without a reply.
He harbored guilt toward Colby.
Every time he saw the boyâs sickly condition, he felt as if he had committed a terrible sin.
Over the past few years, he had tried every possible way to win Colbyâs affection and make amends to him.
But Colbyâ¦
Kyson lowered his gaze, deep in thought.
Seeing that he was distressed, Destinee held his handsome face in her tiny hands and urged him gently, âKyson, donât be sad.
My brother just avoids you because heâs ill.
He will eventually realize youâre a good person and will come to like you just as I do.
â
Kyson tightened his lips and let out a sigh.
âDestinee, you donât understand.
Iâve done something that hurt Colby, so he canât forgive me.
â
Colby was sharp and perceptive.
At only five years old, he could solve math problems designed for middle school students.
However, he was also reserved, quiet, and rarely smiled.
His intelligence was such that they couldnât keep his illness a secret from him.
During a conversation with Nathan, Colby accidentally learned the true cause of his condition.
Since that discovery, Colby refused to see Kyson again.
He even avoided the gifts Kyson brought him.
Destinee frowned and blinked her big eyes, thinking hard for a solution.
âMy brother is probably still getting his infusion in the lab.
Iâll bring you there.
He loves me a lot.
With me by your side, heâll surely agree to meet you!â
Half an hour later, Destinee gently opened the door to the ward in the lab and peeked inside.
On the bed, a delicate five-year-old boy with handsome features was propped up against the headboard, receiving an intravenous drip.
He was gazing at the banana leaves swaying outside the window.
He was alone in the room.
âColby, whereâs Mommy?â Destinee poked her head through the door and inquired.
Regaining his attention, Colby looked over at Destinee standing by the door and said in a steady, measured voice, âThereâs an urgent situation at the Simmons Group.
She had to go handle it.
â
Feeling sympathetic, Destinee asked, âAre you here alone for your drip this morning?â
With a neutral expression, Colby replied, âI convinced Mom to go.
I donât need anyone here with me.
You shouldnâtâ¦â
Before he could finish, Destinee slipped off her shoes, stepped onto a stool, climbed onto the bed, and sat next to him.