Kasper Edith gently shook his head, reached out and pulled the little guy in front of him, "Little Montgomery, Uncle wants to apologize to you. I shouldn't have lost my temper that day."
"Actually, that day I was also wrong. I shouldn't have thrown the plate." The little guy lowered his face, pouted slightly, and finally summoned the courage to raise his face, "I shouldn't have run away from home."
"It's good that you're okay," Kasper Edith watched him with a slight frown, "Next time... don't do such silly things again. If anything happens to you, Uncle will be very upset."
The little guy sniffed, "Uncle Kasper, I'm sorry!"
"What are you crying for, young man?" Kasper Edith used his big hand to stroke the little face, clumsily helping him wipe away his tears, "Don't cry, hold it in."
"Sis Olivia said that when you feel like crying, you shouldn't hold it in, or you'll make yourself sick." The little guy looked at him with watery eyes, "You should comfort me."
