That same evening, Frederick brought me back to his apartment. Before we went to bed at night, he asked out of the blue, "Was Nicky often sick growing up?" "Not exactly. She did fall sick quite frequently when she first started attending preschool, but it's been better lately," I answered. Frederick stayed silent for a long while, and then he tightened his arms around me. He remarked, "It must have been hard on you." Truth be told, it did not feel like that to me in the past. However, for some reason, a wave of sorrow washed over me once I heard those words. I was just about to reply when Frederick said through gritted teeth, "It's all that damn scumbag's fault. He'd better not bump into me in the future. Otherwise, I'm gonna emasculate him." At the end of the day, I still felt rather unwell. After having dinner, I drifted off to sleep. However, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of some furious knocks at the door. Frederick furrowed his brows, stroking my forehead to comfo
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