Danny was still going on about it, “I’m not about to let good ol' Dad get off easy. If we’re expected to look after him when he's old and grey, then he's gotta pull his weight and take care of us while we're kids. It’s only fair.”
Whitney & Sammy: “…”
“And besides, I was watching TikToks with Granny the other day, and saw this mom of two so overwhelmed she tried to jump off a building!
Sammy, don’t you worry about Mom getting too stressed out?
We love Mom so much, we can’t let her get worn out. If you hate Dad so much, you should let him take us more often. When you’re mad, dump us on him – that’s the best revenge, they say. As for Mom, we just gotta keep her happy.”
“…” Unbelievably, they couldn’t fault his logic.
It was the first time Sammy started to see his usually naive little brother in a new light. Danny was unexpectedly optimistic.
Whitney was speechless, Danny, that little schemer, was going out of his way to defend Ludwik, even stooping to badmouth him, all to make a point.
She couldn’t help but laugh and pinch the little guy’s cheek, “Mom will never get tired of taking care of you, and definitely won’t be jumping off any buildings. Maybe lay off the TikToks a bit, Daniel Lippert.”
“But Sammy told me that back when you were abroad, you stayed up all night taking care of him, learning new medical treatments for his cold spells. Sammy said you barely made it through those three years.”
Danny looked at his mom with a pained expression.
Whitney’s eyes welled up unexpectedly, and she ruffled his hair, “There were tough times, but seeing how sweet and caring you guys are, it’s all been worth it.”
Listening to the conversation between his mom and brother, Sammy sat quietly on the couch, pondering.
Danny’s carefree approach was undeniably reasonable.
If he continued to resent Ludwik and refused to let him play the role of a father, wouldn’t that just be letting him off easy?
Danny glanced at his brother, knowing his words had taken effect, and raised an eyebrow, “Sammy, we gotta keep close to deadbeat Dad, make him work like a horse. Plus, we can keep him from meeting any other women. We gotta ruin his love life to make him atone to Mom, make him stay a bachelor forever. That’s the ultimate punishment!”
“…” Sammy couldn’t bother to argue with that logic, simply replying with a cold tone, “Your plan’s not bad, let’s do that.”
Whitney watched her sons plot with a mix of amusement and helplessness.
Please, even if he met someone else, he’d still end up a bachelor for life anyway.
Your dad… he’s beyond help.
She thought to herself with a smirk, then coughed to change the subject as her uncle brought out dinner, “Uncle’s made dinner, let’s eat.”
Keegan looked at her, “Where are you off to? Why are you wearing a mask to dinner?”
Whitney froze, having been worried about the bruise on her face.
She had planned to sneak off to the bathroom.
She lied awkwardly, “Uncle, didn’t I tell you over the phone? I caught a cold, that’s why I haven’t visited these past few days, nor have I seen Dad.”
“It’s just a cold,” raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Danny and Sammy aren’t that fragile; they won’t catch it. But you need to eat.”
“It’s okay, to avoid spreading germs, I’ll just take my plate to my room.”
“Sis, it’s not even flu season,” Yael Thompson found it odd.
With Aunt mentioning it, Danny and Sammy suddenly realized Mom had been wearing the mask for too long.
Seeing her refusal to take off the mask, Keegan gave her a scrutinizing look, signaling Danny with his eyes.
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