"Joseph, does it hurt? Do you need to see a doctor?" Violet Zimmerman gently stroked Joseph Lancaster's injured face, pouting with a girlish demeanor.
Joseph Lancaster raised his hand, pulling hers down and holding it in his palm, smiled and said, "What's a little injury like this? Did you forget? That time when our eldest brother used an excuse to enforce family law, I was beaten until my skin was split, and I was still fine. Being punched a few times by my own son is nothing."
"But you're injured."
Violet Zimmerman murmured, older than Joseph Lancaster by two years, yet always like a child who never grows up in front of him.
"Alright, go get the medicine box, it's in that little brat's room." Joseph Lancaster stroked Violet Zimmerman's head again, and only then did she reluctantly get up.
Watching Violet Zimmerman's hurried and flustered back, Joseph Lancaster smiled with a touch on his lips, suddenly feeling a sense of family reunion, very beautiful, his life felt complete...
