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Chapter 65 Total Different

Damn. if it were someone else, she might have already lost her temper at this territorial encroachment.

Alas, this person was him, who had intricate connections with Blake and the Payne family.

She forcefully suppressed her irritated emotions.

She pursed her lips, yet the contours of her face revealed her discomfort and irritation.

still felt like he was leading me by the nose every time, what was going on?

"Alfi is the child you saved last time," Calvin said, picking up her backpack and noticing it was light as a feather, as if nothing was inside. But he didn't ask her about it, instead he continued at a leisurely pace, "He's been asking to see you ever since he woke up. Would you like to see him? After that, we can go home."

He had already said so much, could Myma really say no?

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In the VIP ward on the 8th floor, the Cooper family and Stephanie had already gone back dejectedly.

Calvin opened the door to the ward with Myrna.

The child on the sickbed, with his butt raised and his back to them, heard the door open. Without turning his head, he spoke in an impatient, muffled voice.

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"I didn't eat, wasn't hungry, didn't play with toys, didn't need your hypocritical visits, you all get out!"

Calvin's voice was deep, subtly intimidating, "Alfi, get up."

Upon hearing Calvin's voice, the little figure on the sickbed seemed to squirm, still covered with a blanket, leaving them a silhouette.

Didn't give any face at all!

Calvin's temple throbbed hard!

But there was nothing the person in bed could do.

He shouted again, "Alfi. I was talking to you, did you hear me?"

Cedric saw it and held back a laugh in his heart.

Back when Mr. Larson was running rampant and acting recklessly in Nemmington, Mr. Alfredo hadn't even been born yet. Once Mr. Alfredo was born, Mr. Larson was ironically suppressed tightly, because there was someone who was even more willful and lawless because there was than him!

Ironically, Mr. Alfredo's biological mother, who was also Mr. Larson's cousin, Michele, died of a hemorrhage shortly after giving birth to Mr. Alfredo. Before her death, she entrusted Mr. Alfredo to Mr. Larson.

Mr. Larson had a close relationship with Michele since childhood. When Michele passed away, it was impossible for Mr. Larson to ignore his little nephew.

"Alfredo!" Calvin called out the name of the little man on the bed, clearly angry, his eyes filled with resentment.

Cedric was busy mediating in the middle when he was pulled aside, "Mr. Larson, Mya is still here."

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Calvin, with a throbbing headache, pinched the bridge of his nose, almost driven mad by the little devil. He forgot that Myrna was still here.

"I came."

Cedric was confident, he walked over and said with a smirk on the hospital bed, "Mr. Alfredo, it's time to get up."

"No!" Alfredo's voice was deep and resonant, at least he was no longer ignoring people.

Cedric persisted, "Won't you get up to see who's here?"

Alfredo remained unmoved, his butt wrapped in a blanket, refusing to turn around: "Hehe, do you take me for a three-year-old?" Look at what was said!

Cedric found it somewhat amusing, straightening up and saying, "Oh, Mr. Larson, since Mr. Alfredo isn't getting up, why don't you just take Miss Myrna home first?"

The person in the sickbed perked up at the sound of the word 'Myrna', abruptly threw off the blanket, turned over and sat up: "I'm up! I'm up!"

Myrna had seen a pair of bright, sparkling eyes staring at her, as if they were trying to bore hole through her. The little boy was probably about five years old, exquisitely cute and extremely well-behaved. At that moment, his earlobes were slightly red, and he looked both shy and happy, inexplicably endearing.

"You..." Alfredo finally saw the older sister who had saved him that day after such a long time. He was both excited and embarrassed, fearing that she might have a bad impression of him. He clutched the blanket with both hands, rubbing it for a long time, before he manage to say in a mosquito-like tiny voice, "I, I am Alfredo, sis, sis, hello."

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