[The Twilight Saga·Carlyle] Hidden God

The author has something to say: Do you think the boy loses his temper because of Cardi?

So naive [picking nose~]

huh~~~

I won't tell you that I'm free today, my heart (ping) feeling (lun) is good (duo), maybe there will be a second watch——

Susan, Mary and Sophia were in Edmund's ward for two full hours. —It was nothing short of torture for Edmund.

"Women talk so much that I can't bear it."——and Edmund has only officially realized how bitter the man who said these words is today.

The three girls got together and chattered non-stop, and the topic always revolved around the glamorous Dr. Cullen. In the end, they seemed to have completely ignored Edmund, a living man.

Therefore, the blue-eyed boy who couldn't leave because of the IV drip could only listen to their meaningless conversation with a disheveled face.

"My God, that Dr. Cullen is so handsome!"

"He should be a star instead of an obscure surgeon!"

"Did you see his smile just now?—it's as bright as the Hawaiian sun!"

"Oh, I don't know if he likes a girl like me..."

"Don't think about Mary, Dr. Cullen is a family man. And even if he likes you, he will be old when you grow up."

"How old can it be! - I just like mature, gentle and wise men."

"Come on! You are enough to be his daughter!"

"My daughter is not bad either! Hey, if I lost my parents like Edmund, would Dr. Cullen adopt me?"

"Absolutely impossible."

"Hey...but I really envy Edmund, how free he is without parents controlling him! You can do whatever you want! ——By the way, I just talked about my daughter...Why do you think Dr. Cullen only doesn't How about giving birth to one yourself?"

"...That's right, why doesn't he give birth to one by himself?"

"Is it because of 'no'?" Susan had an inscrutable expression on her face, "I heard from my sister that if you want to have a baby, you must be 'ok'."

"What does it work? What does it mean?"

"I don't know the details, she won't tell me whether she lives or dies..."

"Then what are you talking about!—Edmund, your biology is very good, do you know what that means?"

"I know." The boy said lightly. ——He is very displeased with that girl's tone of voice, so he seems very inactive in answering questions.

"Can you tell us?"

"...Google it on your computer."

"That'll have to wait till we get home!—tell us quickly, please!"

"I refuse." Edmund had a headache. ——He retracted into the soft quilt, and pointed to the door of the ward with his left hand. "It's getting late, can you go home quickly? I'm getting annoyed by you guys. - Dr. Cullen is busy so he doesn't have time to take you home. Hurry up and leave while the town is still safe." .”

Hearing that, the faces of the girls changed instantly.

"Edmund Pais.—we've come to see you." Susan looked a little unhappy.

"It's a special trip to see Dr. Cullen."

"you--"

Edmund sat up abruptly from the bed, his left hand still pointing in the direction of the door. ——A pair of azure blue pupils constricted because of anger, which made people's hearts tremble.

"Hey! Do you know how to be grateful—"

"I'm sorry, I don't know. - 'selfish', 'stubborn', 'stupid', 'presumptuous', 'ungrateful', that's me."

The oppressive feeling that seemed to be tightly grasping the heart made the three girls present reflexively shut their mouths, and they stood there stiffly, not daring to breathe.

The blue-eyed boy did nothing.He just sat there quietly, as if the surrounding air had been sucked dry, making it impossible to breathe.

"Get out of here and go home.—don't make me repeat that."

The ward became very quiet for a while.

Edmund rubbed his cheeks, grabbed the pillow a little annoyed and threw it viciously on the cabinet in the corner. ——An ugly vase shook, and finally fell to the ground with a "smack" and shattered into pieces.

The sound of shattering porcelain managed to bring the boy back to his senses. ——He stared blankly at the pillow on the top of the cabinet and the debris on the floor, feeling guilty.

After all, the things here don't belong to him, and he doesn't have the right to destroy them.

"The children now!" Edmund cursed in a low voice, not knowing whether he was talking about those girls or himself.

The boy slowly climbed out of bed, ready to go to the corner and squat down to clean up the tiles on the floor.

but--

He also had a hanging pin inserted.

If Carlisle found out that he pulled out the needle privately, three days of confinement would definitely be necessary.

"Okay! - I don't care!" Edmund lay down heavily and covered his head with the quilt. — he admitted he was angry.But what he was angry with wasn't the girls' noise, their ignorance of him, or their petty thoughts about Carlisle.

He was just annoyed that the girl envied him in a flirtatious tone.

What is there to envy?

Is the loss of a parent something to celebrate?

They have things that he has lost and can never get back, but they don't know how to cherish them at all.

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Edmund wanted to have a home of his own when he was in the orphanage.He felt that there was nothing too much for what he wanted. ——A responsible father, a gentle mother, and his elder brother Peter, the four of them stayed together happily all the time, even though the family was very poor and could only live on the soup cooked with cornmeal and dandelion leaves every day.

As long as you have your family with you, that's enough.

That's why he was very envious of the Karen family.

Although his adoptive parents were not as nice to him as he expected, they could at least be called family. —but now?

Mom and Dad are dead and Peter is missing. ——The so-called "home" has been split into pieces of scattered memories like a mirror dropped on the ground, and there is no way to put them back together.

He was sad, but he dared not cry. ——In this world with him and without him, he is not sure if he still has the right to express his emotions.

Can't cry.

he told himself over and over again. ——Even if you are tortured by nightmares and are about to collapse, you can’t cry.

He cannot live his whole life on the sympathy of others. ——Reality does not allow it, and his self-esteem does not allow it.

This world is cruel.

Growing up in an orphanage, he understood this truth early on.

If he doesn't become strong, then he will be trampled under the feet of others, and he will never turn over again.