"Tommy, be good. Hurry and share the toys Mrs. Sullivan bought with your little brother."
But Tommy cried as he hugged two identical toy cars tightly in his arms, lying on the floor and rolling around.
"No, no! Mrs. Sullivan bought all of these for me!"
Derek pretended to scold him a couple of times, and said awkwardly:
"Sorry, brother-in-law. This kid is usually spoiled by Jasmine..."
I subconsciously looked toward Ethan. Every time it was like this, he would always cry and make a huge scene.
But now his face was calm.
"Then Ethan won't have them. Leave them all for big brother."
A sharp pain stabbed at the tip of my heart. He already knew that an unloved child had no reason to cry and make a scene anymore.
Guilt flashed in Jasmine's eyes.
She reached out wanting to hug me, but I turned sideways and avoided her by taking something.
Displeasure flashed through her eyes, and the earlier guilt was swept away.
"When did you get so petty? Why are you getting mad at a kid?"
I froze for a moment, then calmly handed her the test report I'd picked up.
"I just wanted to tell you—our son is sick. It's serious. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia."