Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Darling, dear?"

In the ward of the hospital, what catches the eye is a monotonous white.

Just looking at it makes you feel cold.

"Honey, look into my eyes and listen to me."

The father and daughter were standing in the corridor of the ward, leaning against the wall, facing each other.

On the bed not far away, the nurse was covering the deceased with a thin white curtain.

"Honey, I know you're sad, and so is Dad."

"It's just that if my mother is still there, she definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Mr. Bishop gently took his daughter's little hand and said comfortingly.

But his daughter was still staring blankly at the woman on the bed.

Mr. Bishop looked at his daughter with a complex expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The mother's death had put too much pressure on her, and he didn't want to hurt his daughter's young heart.

It's just that, even though that's what he said, he still has to help his wife arrange the funeral.

"...Dad is going to help mother with some formalities, can you wait for me here for a while, just for a while."

After being silent for a long time, Mr. Bishop sighed, looked at his daughter's pale face and said.

Ever since his wife was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, the husband and wife have decided to hide it from their daughter.

After struggling for a long time, he took his daughter's hand and led her out of his wife's ward.

Then he helped her to sit slowly on the bench in the corridor at the door of the ward.

Looking at his daughter who was in a daze in silence, Mr. Bishop was also suffering from the bottom of his heart.

My wife has passed away, so I should also be a good husband.

The hospital has issued a death notice, urging him to settle his wife's funeral as soon as possible.

But looking at the haggard look on his daughter's immature face, he couldn't walk for a while.

The daughter has endured such a blow today, if he, the father, does not accompany her, who will accompany her.

But if he came to accompany her, who would help him arrange his wife's funeral.

Hesitation, hesitation, hesitation - until the appearance of a person broke all this.

"Has something happened, Mr. Bishop?"

The voice coming from behind him sounded familiar to him.

Mr. Bishop turned around to see a little boy in a school uniform.

"I just came out of the room, and when I saw you here, I came over directly."

"What happened, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The appearance of the boy made Mr. Bishop feel that he had seen new hope.

Ezekiel Stein, a 15-year-old gifted writer who had made a good impression of himself a few days ago.

"Thank God, you came just in time."

Immediately, as if seeing an angel sent by the Lord, Mr. Bishop grabbed the boy's shoulders,

As he spoke, he dragged the boy a few steps to the side, avoiding Kate.

"It's like this. Kate's mother passed away, and I have to help her with the funeral now."

"It's just that Kate's current appearance really makes me unable to leave."

Mr. Bishop paused, and glanced bitterly at his daughter Kate.

"You're very smart, and I'm sure you'll understand, Mr. Stein."

"Can you take care of her for a while, just for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Mr. Bishop stretched out his hand to hold Ezekiel's wrist, and said excitedly.

"There's no one I know around here who can help me babysit her. You're the only one, please."

"Oh, Mr. Bishop, please calm down, I'm hurting from your grip."

When he heard Ezekiel's words, Mr. Bishop seemed to notice that he seemed to hurt the boy in front of him.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just a little emotional, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing. I'm sorry about your wife, Mr. Bishop."

Ezekiel gently rubbed his wrist with the red mark on it, and spoke quite rigorously.

"In fact, my friend was injured and hospitalized. I came to visit him, not far from here."

"He just fell asleep, so I came out to get some air. I didn't expect to meet you here."

He recited the lines he made up in a serious manner, and even he believed what he said.

"If you trust me, please feel free to give your daughter to me, and I will take care of her for you."

Although he was not very old, every word he said made Mr. Bishop feel very stable.

Such a mature performance brings a sense of trust that makes people feel unreasonable.

And Mr. Bishop seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, so he believed every word the boy in front of him said.

This probably belongs to some kind of special understanding between men, probably like this.

It's just that Mr. Bishop probably couldn't even dream of it.

The boy in front of him simply met the best opportunity to get close to his daughter.

"So...she will leave you alone, and I will be back soon."

Mr. Bishop said, pulling Ezekiel to stand beside his daughter.

"Kate, dear, I've got someone to stay with you. Daddy will be back soon."

But his daughter didn't say anything, she just nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

Finally relieved, Mr. Bishop stood up slowly, and gave Ezekiel a meaningful look.

And Ezekiel also thought about him returning a no-problem gesture to the international community.

Naturally, that means to let him go with ease, and he can leave it to himself here.

The three of them had a tacit understanding without saying a word, but they perfectly solved the problem of communication.

After that, Mr Bishop turned and walked down the hospital corridor.

Withdrawing his gaze from watching the other party leave, Ezekiel focused his attention on the girl beside him.

And until then, when her father left, the girl slowly took a breath and lowered her head.

She couldn't hold on for a long time, but she just didn't want to worry her father, so she persisted.

When the father left, the girl stopped clenching her teeth like that.

The suffocated tears rolled down her face, and the girl kept wiping away the moist tears from the corners of her eyes with her own hands.

However, such behavior was naturally noticed by the boy standing beside him.

"Take it and use it, don't hurt the corner of your eye, it will hurt."

When Kate raised her head slightly, she noticed the handkerchief that the boy handed to her.

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