novelraw Chapter 685: Daddy, I Can’t Write the Words "Self-Criticism
Chapter 685: Daddy, I Can’t Write the Words "Self-Criticism
Delphine quickly hung up the phone and came out to find Nicholas had already brushed his teeth, washed his face, and dressed neatly. His pretty little face was full of helplessness as he softly said, "Mommy, I’ve done my best."
In the children’s room of the guest bedroom, Benjamin had rolled from the head of the bed to the foot, his little head buried under the blanket, his tiny feet sticking out, curled up into a small ball.
Delphine saw this and couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled the little girl up, gently kissed her, and said, "Benjamin, your Daddy’s here."
Sleeping soundly, Benjamin suddenly sat up, fumbling blindly for her little jacket, and in a soft and muffled voice mumbled, "Daddy, morning."
Nicholas looked on, dumbfounded, then reached out to pass Benjamin her Mi Rabbit jacket. The little girl, straining her ears but not hearing Daddy’s voice, let her tiny body go limp and burrowed back into the blankets to continue sleeping.
"Let Benjamin sleep a little longer," Delphine chuckled, patting Nicholas’s small head.
Ignatius Leclair had been discharged from the hospital that morning and came directly to Delphine’s place. Upon entering, he saw Nicholas alone in the living room, sitting on the carpet, playing with a Rubik’s Cube while listening to a radio broadcast. Recently, Nicholas had taken a liking to a children’s program on the radio that told many stories every day.
The man watched as his son skillfully restored the Rubik’s Cube to its original state while intently listening to the English fairy tales on the radio. A surge of pride washed over him—truly his son.
Ignatius glanced around but didn’t see the woman or his youngest daughter he was looking for. Thinking of what had happened last night, he decided to look for Benjamin first.
"Nicholas," Ignatius called out to the boy, gesturing with his hand.
Nicholas put the Rubik’s Cube down, then kicked his little radio, running over while keeping one ear tuned to the broadcast. In a soft voice, he said, "Uncle Leclair, morning."
"Where’s Benjamin?"
Nicholas’s dark eyes glanced upstairs, scratching his head in mild frustration. He replied, "Benjamin seems to be upstairs. I’ll help Uncle call her."
Oh no, oh no, Benjamin’s definitely going to get her butt spanked by her Daddy.
Ignatius patted Nicholas’s small head and quietly said, "Next time, when you’re with Benjamin, just call me Daddy."
Nicholas widened his eyes at the suggestion and clearly retorted, "Uncle Leclair, do you want to be my Daddy too? But I already have Uncle South."
The boy compared all the uncles he knew and still thought Uncle South was the coolest.
"Don’t learn bad things from that bandit chief," the man squinted but said no more, heading upstairs to catch Benjamin.
Seeing this, Nicholas dashed upstairs and yanked Benjamin, who was still lazing in bed, up. He whispered in her ear, "Benjamin, your Daddy’s here."
"Liar." Benjamin rubbed her eyes, snorted, turned over, and stuck her little bottom toward the door, mumbling in an unclear voice, "Bad Daddy, liar."
The man entered the room to find that, even at ten in the morning, Benjamin was still lazing in bed. His phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously as he sternly called out, "Benjamin Leclair, I’m giving you one minute to get up, five minutes to brush your teeth and wash your face, and then stand in front of me with a written apology."
Ten minutes later, the little girl, too rushed to even tie her pigtails, carried a bundle of tears as she shuffled along with her short legs, handing over a notebook with her attempt at an apology to Ignatius. Tearfully, she murmured, "Daddy, I don’t know how to write the word ’apology.’"
In the side room, the handsome man sat on the sofa, expressionless, staring at Benjamin’s apology notebook.