Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 1166

"Uncle?" After Adrian served his sister, he offered the popcorn to Conrad.

Conrad shook his head. "You guys can eat. I'm an adult. I won't be eating anymore."

"You are just like our mother," Adrian said quietly as he turned his head to look at the kitchen. "Are all you adults so boring? You don't eat much good food!" "Perhaps." Conrad smiled.

"That isn't the case!" Irene interjected. "Some adults love snacks, eating till they are like big fatties!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Milo, who was hiding and sleeping, came running over, barking at Adrian.

Adrian snuck a peek at the kitchen and then grabbed a handful of popcorn before putting it on the floor for Milo to eat.

Irene saw it and said, "Adrian, don't feed Milo these. Mommy said that his fur will fall off. When the time comes, the house will be full of fur and even Milo will not feel comfortable!" Adrian looked at Irene in astonishment. "Why did you say so much at one go?"

Irene said proudly, "Because I'm amazing!"

Adrian blinked and suddenly said out of curiosity, "Then should we try and give you a prick?"

"Why?" Irene stared at her brother, baffled.

"Perhaps you wouldn't bleed non-stop," Adrian said seriously.

Irene felt that he was right and she immediately got off the sofa to take her mother's sewing kit.

Just as Conrad was still at a loss, she took a needle and passed it on to Adrian. Adrian pricked the back of her hand.

The wound was very small and very shallow, but the small dot of blood slowly grew.

Conrad immediately noticed that things weren't going well. He did not blame Adrian, but instead he pressed Irene's wound.

Adrian was shocked and he shrieked loudly. "Mommy, Irene is bleeding!"

The sound of something falling came from the kitchen and Fia came running over speedily.

"What is going on? How can she bleed while eating popcorn?!"

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She saw Conrad pressing on the back of Irene's left hand and blood was flowing nonstop, dying his hand red.

"Move aside!" She pushed Conrad aside, picked Irene up and started running.

Adrian followed with tears flowing. He fell at the door and shouted, "Mommy!"

Fia could not take care of him now. Without turning back, she said, "Stay at home!"

Adrian's tears started to flow even more profusely as he laid on the ground, not even wanting to get up.

It was all his fault.

It was him who wanted to prick his sister. It was his fault.

Conrad walked over with his cane, bending down and stretching one hand out. "Let me help you up."

Adrian ignored him, feeling guilty and said.

"It's all my fault," he said in between sobs. "I thought that now that Irene could speak well, she wouldn't bleed non-stop anymore." Conrad's emotions were complicated as he looked at the blood on his own hands.

"Your sister's blood coagulation abilities are defective."

. Yes. I shouldn't have pricked her." Adrian raised his hand and gave himself two slaps.

Conrad threw aside his cane, knelt to the ground on one knee, and picked him up.

"You didn't have evil intentions. Your sister will not blame you."

"But, she bled a lot. Just a small wound and she bled so much. If Daddy knows, he will be angry at me. They love Irene the most."

Adrian's tears flowed even more furiously.

Conrad carried him as he limped to the sofa to sit down, took a piece of napkin to wipe his tears, and then gently caressed his small face that had turned red from his own slaps. "Adrian, your mother, father, and your sister all love you. A lot. To them, you are the one and only."

"Really?" Adrian cried till he hiccupped. It was quite pitiful.

"If you don't believe me, you can give your father a call." Conrad had other intentions. He wanted to see if that man cared about the mother and children trio.

"Alright!" Adrian slid off his thighs and went to get his smartwatch to call his emergency contact.