Chapter 406 Don't Call Me Nephew
Chapter 406 Don't Call Me Nephew
Chapter 406 Don't Call Me Nephew
Matthew inexplicably became the messenger between his mother and Nancy, going back and forth between the two on a daily basis.
He couldn't fathom why they needed him to become a messenger when there was obviously a mobile phone that they could use instead! "Matthew, have some food."
Nancy offered Matthew one of her sister's homemade donuts.
As he pursed his lips and shook his head, he said, "You eat it. I'm not hungry."
She relented and replied, oh, and sat on the school lounge chair with him while she nibbled on the donuts.
The diminutive appearance gave the impression of a little hamster stealing food. Her eyes are big and bright, and her snow-white cheeks are puffed out, which makes him want to poke it.
While Matthew was pondering, he inadvertently poked Nancy in the cheek with his finger. She gave him a wary glance with her large black and white eyes, and he retracted his finger.
“You've got something on your lips.”
He responded flatly as Nancy stared at him. His ears, which were covered up by his hair, were slightly flushed.
She didn't doubt him and thanked him in a soft voice
"This one is for sister."
As usual, Nancy pulled out the letter and handed it to Matthew. She also pulled out a small cage made of woven straw that contained fireflies.
"This is for you, and the fireflies inside will light up at night. It resembles a small lantern and is quite lovely. This small bottle contains flower dew: you should feed them a bit. When you've seen enough at night, release them.”
He looked at it and frowned, "You don’t have to give me these."
Nancy acted in an archaic manner and often pretended to be an adult
"Since you are my nephew, I believe it is proper for an elder to give you gifts!"
As soon as Mathew heard this, his eyelids began to twitch.
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'll see you on Monday."
Nancy waved goodbye to Matthew and hurried back to class on her short legs.
He stared at the small cage about the size of the palm of his hand, and the fireflies contained within were still and quiet. What sort of present should he give her in retum?
During this time, the Brook family noticed something odd about Nancy, such as the fact that she would occasionally bring small items home. However, Marcus stumbled upon an envelope in her school bag.
Sometimes they would also find her lying on the table writing something intently as if she were replying to a letter. The Brook family was alarmed by the realization that something was amiss.
Though she was still a child, she grew up beautifully. Most children in today's society are advanced for their age: young boys in kindergarten were able to court and refer to the adorable young girls there as their wives
Since their precious Nancy was so well-mannered and attractive, they feared that those filthy outsider brats would attempt to kidnap her. On this particular day, her parents and brothers gathered around her and began to probe her with questions. "Sweetie, what have you been up to these days?" James inquired.
Then, Martin added, "Did any strange little boys approach you and offer you anything?"
"In particular, letters?" Louis questioned.
Marcus nodded and said, "Yeah!"
As several pairs of eyes scrutinized her, Nancy appeared small, weak, and innocent.
"No."
When they heard her response, their heart sank.
Oh no, did some brat cheat on their little girl!
"Nancy, think carefully. Is it true that there is nothing to it?”
The child thought deeply for two seconds before uttering an ah.
The eyes of grandpa, mom and dad. and brothers suddenly lit up, and they anticipated a hasty response from her. "I forget to tell you. Dad, is this the letter you're referring to?"
Then, she reached into her school bag and pulled out a pretty envelope.
At that moment, the Brook family gazed at the envelope, wanting to burn a hole through it.
Nancy proceeded to open it in their presence. "This is a letter that my sister wrote to me."
Everyone in the Brook family went from staring with blazing knives to staring blankly at each other instantly.
Wait a minute... sister?
"Your sister?"
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In terms of fate, this thing was phenomenal, and her two teachers’ surnames were Barton If she made a reference to her sister, then it must be someone from her embroidery group.
It turned out that the letter from her sister in which it nearly scared them to death. They thought there was a spoiled brat outside who was planning to kidnap their precious baby girl.
"How did you and your sister come up with the idea of writing a letter to communicate?”
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Then, James added, "Wait a minute. Did you say that the son of the Scotsman family transferred to your school?” "He's my little nephew," Nancy exclaimed loudly.
The brothers were instantly relieved upon hearing that it was actually the little nephew, not some rogue brother. At least there was a gap in seniority between them.
As soon as Nancy returned to her room, the Brook family gathered in the study for a meeting.
James rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said, "I dant know. "I know that child from the Scotsman family. He gives off the impression of being courteous, but, in reality, he ~ a ienates everyone he meets, and my interactions with him ares” instfficient to shed light onhis pérsonality. However, their family is pleasant, so making friends with ancy shouldn't be a problem."
Martin disagreed and stated, “That isn't always the case. Many people who seem decent at first glance are plotting something behind your back.”
Marcus responded, "Ok, let's check it out."
Then, they turned their gazes to Adam.
“It's more convenient for you at school, so keep an eye on things and don't let our sister be bullied.” Adam reassured them with a pat on the chest and said, "Don't warry. I'm going to take care of her!" Several grownups share a common sentiment; Adam was their biggest source of concern.
The Brook family gave a young boy a great deal of attention. Those who were not aware of it would have believed that they were having a discussion about family development during the meeting.
However, these incredible, talented people outside did not notice that something was wrong with that. On Saturday, the Brook family couple and Nancy paid her teacher a visit bearing gifts.
In any case, the available modes of transportation were very convenient, and there was a private jet at their home, so they could leave whenever they pleased.
When Nancy returned to this mountain village, she was greeted enthusiastically as soon as she arrived.
A swarm of big white geese honked and ran up from the river to her side, then surrounded them. Afterward, Nancy pleaded with them, "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you're going to squeeze out my mom and dad!"
The Brook family couple was astonished by it. Those big white geese couldn't possibly be up to no good. They simply wanted to be close to the little girl.
A scene like that undoubtedly captured the attention of many people. A moment later, when they saw who the big white geese were surrounding, they gave brief expressions of comprehension.
"Haha! So, it's Nancy."
"Nancy's popularity remains unchanged."
"Oh, Nancy is here to visit with your teacher."
All the villagers in the area greeted her warmly; clearly, they had a lasting impression of this soft, white, and delicate little girl “Hello, Grandma, grandpa, uncle, and aunt."
As she greeted everyone, the little girl reached out and gently touched the heads of the big white geese.
After getting rid of the big white geese, Nancy walked to the teacher's house, and a group of cats and dogs trailed her from behind the entire way.