Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 288

Vania clutched Hanson's hand to examine the wound before blowing on it lightly with her mouth. "Does it hurt?" she asked.

Her blowing action had been a habit over the years. Her children were young and were frequently injured, so she did this to relieve their pain.

Seeing that Hanson's hand was injured, she didn't even think twice to blow lightly on his injured hand, her demeanor serious.

She did not know that the gust of cold air blew straight into Hanson's heart.

Hanson was about to say he was fine, but he quickly changed his tune and mumbled, "Just blow on it so it gets better."

"Okay."

When April heard Hanson's weak voice, the former almost slipped and nearly fell to the ground while preparing his medical equipment.

Hanson didn't even flinch when he was shot the last time. The word 'pain' did not exist in his dictionary.

Now, however, he felt pain now that he had been scratched by the glass? April gave the man aContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

quick glance and noticed Vania worriedly holding his hand and blowing on his wound.

Hanson smiled cheerfully as he looked at her.

Seeing his smug expression, April shuddered as he pondered, Poor Mrs. Luke! I'm afraid she still doesn't know that she has been tricked by Hanson, the big bad wolf.

April then pretended to hold the film and said to Vania, "Mrs. Luke, Hanson's hand would have healed immediately, but it has been injured again. It's fine, though. His fingers can move a little now."

Hanson was clearly pleased when he heard the word 'move a little'. He glanced at April with satisfaction. It seemed that he could give April some extra time off.

As April was about to ask a question, he was interrupted by Hanson, who said, "My hand is bandaged. Let's go."

"Oh—" April quickly retracted his question after hearing Hanson’s words. "I'll send you both off, then."

At Haling Villa, the workers quickly replaced all of the glass, and the room was restored to its original condition. All of the gangsters who caused trouble that night were apprehended and charged.

Everything appeared to be back to normal.

The four children had been standing outside the door for quite some time. When they saw Vania and Hanson return, they rushed forward to inquire, "How's your hand?"

He smiled as he pursed his lips "I'm able to make you care deeply about me, so it appears that it is worthwhile to injure my hand."

Vania smiled as she saw Hanson still joking and laughing. Upon looking at her, the four babies knew that he was fine.

However, they were still worried, so they went ahead to check Hanson's hand. After seeing that there was no other problem with his hand, they let go of him.

Jack took a step forward to thank Hanson. "Thank you. Without you, it would be me who will be in pain right now."

"You don’t need to thank me. This is what I should do," Hanson responded as he patted Jack's hair with his uninjured hand.

His sentence made the four babies feel safe.

At this point, they appeared perplexed and fixed their gaze on him.

"My name is Jack Greyson," Jack took the initiative to introduce himself.

He had accepted Hanson from the bottom of his heart, thus he could introduce himself to Hanson.

"Jack Greyson." Hanson repeated his name before adding, "Your name sounds lovely."

He now knew the eldest and second eldest child’s name, but not the third and fourth. He needed to know their names in order to prove that he had truly gained their trust.

It was only late at night that everything was back to normal. Hanson, Vania, and the four babies went back to their room and dozed off with their own thoughts.