I became DIO's vicious stepmother

Mr. Joestar's carriage took us to the main road near the slum, watched Dio and I enter the slum, and took the drunk to the police station.

I am familiar with the road near Dalio's house. Although it is a slum, the residents here know each other.Everyone is as poor as foot to foot, and there have been no accidents in living for such a long time. In addition, due to the epidemic, fewer people go out.

I still managed to bring Dior, who was tied up in shame by me, back home safely.

Dio's face was so stinky that he was about to kill someone. Since he was tied up by me, he seemed to feel very ashamed, and he stopped struggling and cursing me. He didn't say a word when he was in the carriage, as if he gave up thinking.

After I helped him untie him when we got home, he gave me a vicious look, and then rushed into the room with a dark face, not even wanting to say a word to me.

I can probably understand why he is so angry, after all, the experience is too humiliating, but it is still necessary to suppress him regularly, just like what he intends to do to the hero in the original book.This is called repaying the person in the same way as the person, otherwise he will be too arrogant again.

But having said that, I found the medical kit from the kitchen and planned to help him deal with the wound on his face first.

This medical kit was prepared by myself. People in this era generally do not have this awareness.Because Dalio often beats people when he is drunk, I specially found a box and prepared some disinfection supplies and clean bandages in it in case of emergency.

After boiling the water to sterilize it, I took the washbasin and gently knocked on the door of Dior's room.

"exist?"

"........."

After knocking on the door, the commotion inside suddenly disappeared.After a long silence in the room, Dio finally opened the door. He leaned out half of his body and looked at me with an extremely bad expression.

"...what else?"

"Help you treat your wound."

"What? No need."

He frowned and rejected me, and was about to close the door casually, but I didn't give him this chance. I pressed my body against the door, and then brought the boiling water basin into his room.

"Don't move, just cooperate."

I wet a clean cloth, pressed Dio forcefully, and wiped his face seriously.

"Scars can't be left on such a beautiful face, otherwise it would be a pity..."

I was talking to myself, and Dio fell silent again. He lowered his eyelids and didn't know what he was thinking. He watched me wipe his wound expressionlessly.Although it should be very painful, he didn't make any sound. He didn't look up at me until I helped him deal with the wound.

"Why use boiling water?"

"Oh, you said this, because there are bacteria in the raw water, which is easy to get infected."

"……bacteria?"

"It's the invisible microbes, they're ubiquitous, and they're the main culprits of wound deterioration..."

Although I knew that Dior might not understand, I still explained the problem for him. It is a good thing to be curious, and he can learn some knowledge that is not accessible to this era in advance.Although I think it is a pity to study law with his IQ, if he can develop an interest in medicine or physics, he may become a scientist who can benefit mankind...

However, the current requirements and bottom line for him are very low, as long as he does not become a super villain, he can do whatever he wants in the future.

I put away the washbasin and was about to take it out, and when I was dealing with my knees, Dio suddenly stopped me.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong? Is there any other injury?"

I was afraid that I might have missed something, so I stared at his face for a while, and there seemed to be no other problems except for a broken piece at the corner of his mouth.

"You sit here."

"Ok?"

He gave me the seat beside the bed, I sat down with some doubts, and Dio took my washbasin, he didn't say a word, but seriously wrung the towel with hot water, and then gently lifted it I have one leg, and silently wiped my knee.

"?!"

I didn't expect Dior to do this, it's just incredible.I looked at him in amazement. Dio looked very focused. He carefully wiped the blood scabs and gravel residues on my knees. He didn't look up casually until I made a "hiss" sound in pain. Gave me a look, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm..." Isn't that nonsense?Where may it not hurt.

Dio snorted lightly, and said coldly, "Hold it."

"..."

After slowly cleaning up the knees of my two legs, he pinched my feet and carefully examined the wounds on my ankles worn by high heels.

"Is it from the shoes?" he asked suddenly.

"Yeah, the heels of the shoes are too hard, I didn't think about walking for so long, I made a mistake..."

I said regretfully, I would have put something on my heel if I knew it earlier.The high heels of this era are different from modern ones, and the heels are particularly hard.The most important thing is that I don't have socks yet, and I wear them directly on bare feet, and the wear and tear on my ankles is even worse.The wound hurt when I touched it, and I didn't want to go out for a walk during this time.

"Then you are really asking for trouble." Dio directly commented very bluntly.

Then he moved very lightly, as if patiently helping me clean the wound.

I was in a very complicated mood, and suddenly I didn't know the Dior in front of me.

Is he really Dior?Why did he offer to do these things for me?You obviously don't need to try to please me... Could it be that your brain is really broken?

I suddenly reached out and touched Dio's forehead without warning.Dio was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously avoided, and then he reacted, Youyou looked up at me, "What's wrong?"

"I want to see if you have a fever." I asked with great concern, "Are you okay? Does your head hurt?"

"...I think you are not sober."

Dio snorted again, and he ignored me. After treating my wound, he wrapped my knee with a bandage, and then silently took out the basin and emptied it.

... He was so obedient and honest, it made me a little scared, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had some bad idea.It's not really because he got beaten up, and the most important thing is that I tied him in front of him, which made him very embarrassed. I don't believe he doesn't hold grudges!In terms of Dio's character, is he really not going to take revenge?

But it seems that he is not so angry now... Although I don't know if he is pretending.

I shook my head, slowly got up from the bed with my hands on my hands, and limped out of Dio's room.

I'm not in the mood to write the follow-up of the story today, let's rest early...

My leg was healed for a few days, my knee and ankle were scabbed, but it looked horrible and still hurt to the touch.Fortunately, Dior has been pretty good these days. He did the grocery shopping and cleaning without any complaints, and he didn't bother me. He read books in his spare time.

But I still dare not let him handle cooking. After all, you never know if he will suddenly poison. Now Dior's poisoning is Schrödinger's poisoning.

Fortunately, Dior also has self-knowledge. He seems to have faintly realized that I don't want him to cook, so he bought the dishes and handed them over to me, and never took the initiative to participate.

Besides, I also noticed one thing.

Dior's taste seems to be taken away by me. Every time he buys vegetables, he buys the ingredients of my improved Chinese borscht. He eats whatever I cook, and he is never picky.It seems that it is only a matter of time before he transforms into the taste of Chinese food. Who can say no to Chinese food?

After nearly a week of harmonious days, I received a letter from the school.

The letter recently said that the epidemic has begun to improve, and it is suggested that parents can send their children to continue classes before next week.

Dio just caught a cold and obviously has antibodies. If the school hadn't been closed, I would have sent him back to school a long time ago.Recently, he has been self-taught at home. He feels that he works very hard and endures hardships. If he can study hard and grow up as a normal person, and ignore his anti-social personality, he might become a talent...

So I handed the letter to Dio and asked him for his opinion while he was reading, "How about it, Dio, are you going back to class?"

Dio seemed to hesitate for a moment, he didn't answer directly, but looked at my knees and suddenly asked, "Are your legs okay?"

"Almost, basically it doesn't affect my walking anymore." I replied truthfully, I didn't understand what he meant by asking this, so it wouldn't mean that he planned to stay at home and help me with housework for a few more days, right?

"I'll be back at school in two days."

Dio closed the book with a snap, sandwiched the letter between the pages, and said to me lightly, "Father is about to be released from prison, do you have any plans?"

Turns out he still remembered it.

Counting the days, Dalio will be back in three weeks. This is indeed a big problem that I will face, and it is about time to start preparing.

"I haven't thought about it yet." I shook my head and replied truthfully.

Not sure if I should hire myself a strong nanny, find a way to send him back to jail, or just separate from him.But even if we separate, Dalio may not let me go. This era is really too unfriendly to women.

Dio immediately showed a disgusted expression, he flattened his mouth contemptuously, raised his chin and said to me, "Then you should really think about it, he has been in prison for three months, and he will definitely not easily let you go."

"I know, I'm not a fool, and I don't want to be beaten for nothing."

Dio stared at me suspiciously, "I have to remind you that you may not be so lucky this time. Last time he was sent to prison with all witnesses. But this time he beat you again, if the charges If it is light, it is likely that as long as he pays the fine, it will be over, and it is very difficult to put him in prison again."

"Yes, yes, I know." I waved my hands with a headache, "This is not something you need to worry about, just pay more attention to your studies."

"Humph."

Seeing my perfunctory attitude, Dio snorted with some disdain.Then he suddenly seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he looked at me meaningfully and asked.

"Or, do you want to get rid of that man once and for all?"

"..."

I was stunned for a moment, and looked at Dio in astonishment.

This is a very dangerous statement.

I'm no fool, and I understood Dior's intentions almost instantly.

He is trying to persuade me to become his accomplice.