Chapter 22

But before he could treat my wound, Jared immediately got in between us, making him move a bit to give him space. He took the first-aid kit Ethan was holding.

"I'm going to take care of my mom's wound," he said dryly, the shuddering and aftersob in his voice were still there. I thought Ethan would insist on treating my wound instead, but it seems like he is ready to oblige for everything that Jared wants. His lips were apart as he nodded his head, letting our son take the first-aid kit in his hand and moving away to let Jared sit in front of me.

However, before Jared could squat in front of me, I held his hand, and I stood up immediately. His forehead creased as he watched me stand up.

"Baby, it's alright. I can treat it."

"But I can take care of it, too, mommy. It bothers me whenever I see your wound; it makes my heart hurt, mommy. I don't want you hurt; I don't want you in pain." He then turns around to face his father, who is watching the two of us talk, with his lips apart and eye