Late at night, in the hospital ward, Dexter was lying on the hospital bed, with his father, Terrell, sitting next to him. Terrell personally cut the apples for his son, and he cut them into slices to feed him. It was enough of a picture to show how much he spoiled the child.
“I don’t want to eat anymore.” Dexter was unhappy.
“How can you do without eating? You didn’t eat dinner. If you don’t eat it now, you will be hungry,” Terrell said.
“I don’t have an appetite,” Dexter gritted his teeth and said, “I won’t be happy as long as Thomas hasn’t been killed.”
He looked around and got near Terrell’s ear. Then, he said, “Dad, has Uncle Wayne done anything?”
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