Despite his earlier brusqueness toward Kyson, a sense of being unfairly treated crept over him.
âMommy, are you scolding me on Kysonâs behalf? Do you think Iâm a bad kid because I hurt Kysonâs hand badly? Do you want to punish me too?â
âColbyâ¦â Lucinda sighed once more, her heart heavy with empathy.
âBecause of him, I have this illness and canât attend kindergarten like Destinee.
I canât forge new friendships.
Every day, I endure the discomfort of IV drips and pain.
I merely wanted to play a harmless prank on him, so heâd leave me be.
Who could have predicted heâd actually slice open the durian with his handâ¦â
Colby had always prided himself on his resilience and aversion to tears.
Yet, for the first time, his eyes welled up with redness and tears threatened to spill over.
Despite this, he valiantly fought to hold them back, keeping his gaze steady, unwavering.
Lucindaâs heart constricted with sorrow.
Colbyâs sensitivity was palpable.
She hadnât uttered a word, yet heâd already grappled with a multitude of emotions.
She enveloped Colby in her arms, gently patting his back to soothe him.
âI didnât mean to scold you, mor do I intend to punish you.
I support you in asking Kyson to fulfill those three requests.
â
Colby gazed up at Lucinda, taken aback by her response.
âReally? Mommy, youâre not mad at all?â
Lucinda rubbed Colbyâs nose and replied, âNo, Iâm not angry.
He made you ill.
You asked him to hand-cut the durian, and he got hurt.
Itâs only fair.
â
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Under normal circumstances, Lucinda wouldnât encourage such vengeful actions, but since Colby had already taken them, she saw no reason to object.
Colby was slightly surprised.
âI thought youâd want to teach me a lesson.
â
âYour daddy and I will always support you and Destinee.
Weâve never once thought youâre a bad child.
You can solve seventh-grade math problems at the age of five.
To us, youâre a little genius.
â
Lucindaâs gentle pats on Colbyâs back persisted as she continued, her tone earnest, âHowever, there must be boundaries to seeking retribution.
While Iâm here to support you, you must not cross certain lines.
You cannot inflict serious harm upon others, nor can you harm innocent individuals simply because you dislike their actions.
I wonât condone such extreme actions.
There will be consequences.
â
She stood by her childrenâs side, but not at any cost.
She believed in self-defense, not provocation.
She avoided trouble, yet remained unafraid of it.
These principles were deeply ingrained within her.
Upon hearing her words, Colby nodded resolutely, affirming, âMommy, donât worry.
I understand.
But Mommy⦠Why do you seem so⦠uneasy?â
Lucinda struggled to articulate her feelings.
Since entering the room, she had been holding her breath.
But now, she could no longer contain it.