Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 163 Golden Child Nancy

Chapter 163 Golden Child Nancy

"Alright, you can be discharged from the hospital today."

Nancy was instantly happy as a grin broke across her face like a little sunflower.

She instantly stopped lying on the bed. She climbed out of bed and stepped into her little slippers before she got things going on vigorously. She had several extra sets of pajamas for the few days she had been in hospital, as well as various food and drink and maintenance products and things like that.

All of this was to be taken back.

The little girl packed up merrily with her brothers in jumps and hops.

The brothers shook their heads with a smile when they saw her like this. It was undoubtedly more delighted to have such a lively and cheerful sister than a sick one in bed.

The reason for keeping her in hospital for the past few days was not only to treat her illness but also to see if she was so frightened by what happened that day that she had some psychological problems.

The conclusion was that she was happy and carefree during the day, but she still had nightmares at night. The first night she was even startled awake.

Apparently, that incident still had an impact on her.

Everyone took turns to sit with her while she was asleep, and with Shawn's usual verbal enlightenment, there was almost nothing wrong with her now.

Ivan looked at his brother with admiration, "Shawn, your psychology knowledge was definitely worth studying in M country."

Medicine, psychology, and hypnotism. What else did his brother not know about?

Shawn looked at him, "If you go to learn ......"

Ivan interrupted, "I don't want to. I have you."

Nancy hugged her clothes and swayed like a little penguin as she walked beside them. Hearing her second cousin's words, she nodded vigorously in agreement.

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Her baby voice was full of energy. My brothers were the best, she told herself.

People in the ward all looked at the little one and smiled.

Nancy was finally home. Not only was Nancy homesick, but the people and animals in this house missed her too.

They seemed to have sensed that Nancy would return today: the door was lined with those furry ones.

Nancy pulled the car window with her little hand and peeked out a hairy little head. Her eyes curved into little crescent moons looking at Harley and others, bright and shiny.

"Adolph, Harley, Gee, mother cat, Quentin, Macy, and Marcy, I'm home~"

She called out to them one by one. The moment the little creatures heard her voice, their ears instantly perked up. They were so excited that they looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, wagging their tails and darting over to her.

The driver stopped the car straight away so as not to hurt them. Nancy pulled open the car door, and before she could even get out of the car, Adolph jumped into the car through the gap with a loud bark.

His bark was aggrieved as if he was accusing Nancy of where she had been for so long and why she hadn't come home.

Adolph went straight into her arms with his big head and sat down, lifting its front paws to rest on her shoulders and arching around.

The furry crybaby was so pampered that it almost knocked over the little one.

The other animals also flocked to her, barking and jumping on her. The brothers watched as their sister was buried in a matter of seconds.

The brothers didn't know what to say.

It was the first time Shawn saw these animals.

"Are they all her pets?"

Ivan nodded and then shook his head, "Brother Shawn, one of them was mine, the orange cat."

Shawn looked at the chubby orange cat for two seconds and emphasized two words, "Orange pig."

Louis patted him on the shoulder, "You wouldn't be so weak if you could eat half as much as Gee."

I expected no high intellect would come from his head, Ivan thought.

In the end, Nancy was dug out by her big brother, Marcus, who scared the pets in the house most. The animals choked with silent fury as they watched their master, who was finally back, being snatched away.

"You're back. Come on, step over the fire bowl to get rid of illnesses and disasters."

A small fire bowl was set up at the entrance of the Brook family's villa. James was holding the willow in his hand, and as soon as he saw Nancy, he smiled and let the little girl cross the fire bowl.

The whole thing was quite ceremonial.

Nancy blinked her big beautiful eyes and obediently lifted her short legs to cross over.

"Nancy, come here."

After the fire bowl thing, James drew his daughter closer to him and swept the willow over her from head to toe.

"You have suffered a lot this time. I hope my baby girl can envision a life free from this pain. "

Nancy nodded sweetly. As she walked slowly in small circles letting her dad sweep the willow around her body, she replied in a baby voice,

"Yeah, no diseases."

She looked at her brothers when she had finished sweeping.

"Papa, sweep for the brothers too. They can't get sick either."

The rubbernecking brothers were silent for a moment.

They didn't expect themselves to be the ones in the scene the next second.

Louis scratched his head and said, "We will pass, I guess."

This might be silly, he thought.

"Daddy, give it to me; I'll sweep for my brothers."

Then the little girl held the willow and stared avidly at her brothers, with anticipation brimming from her eyes.

Who could resist such a sweet cutie?

The adults just watched the drama happily from the side, with no intention of helping.

Louis slightly took two steps back and contacted them with his eyes, 'Who would like to go first?'

In an instant, all eyes fell on Marcus to imply,

''The first brother go first.''

Nancy also looked at him.

Marcus was lost for words.

He was silent for two seconds, and with no expression, he lifted his long legs and easily crossed the fire pit.

The little girl then ran past and circled him with a willow stick in her hand. As she whirled around, she lifted the willow and swept it towards him, shouting in a high voice,

"Brother Marcus should never get sick, and he will be healthy forever."

A smile curled Marcus' mouth as he looked down at his sister, who was busy around like a little butterfly.

Followed by Martin.

"Brother Martin should never get sick, and he will be healthy forever."

With slightly raised beautiful eyebrows, Martin pressed her fingers against the little girl who was circling around him. He smiled wickedly with his doe eyes and said,

"Why are you saying the same thing as before? Try something different."

Nancy wrinkled her pretty clean face and thought for five seconds.

"How about... safe and sound?"

"It will work."

Martin pinched the little girl's delicate nose and let her get away.

The next one was Shawn, who just crossed the fire pit and said, "Just say a few words, as you said for Marcus."

Nancy circled around him.

"Brother Shawn should never get sick, and he will be safe and sound."

After sweeping for Shawn, Nancy felt she owned her eldest brother, so she ran to Marcus and swept him again.

"Big brother would be safe and sound too."

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter came from the elders who were watching them.

The rest of them were all blessed by the same words. Nancy's fleshy cheeks were squeezed by her fourth brother Louis, and she was picked up and spun around by her little brother Adam.

In his words, he, Adam, was meant to be different from everyone else.

Everyone was happy to be home at last. A particularly great feast was prepared today to celebrate the little girl's release from the hospital.

A few adults at the table even drank wine, which Nancy was staring at with her round eyes. It looked delicious, she thought.

Martin saw her eyes and teased her, "Do you want a drink?"

Nancy nodded her head, and her little legs didn't even wobble.

"I can't."

She suddenly fell into depression with the corners of her mouth turning down.

A large palm fell on her hairy little head and rubbed it twice.

"Drink this."

Marcus put the hot milk in front of her.

Martin laughed and tapped the tip of her nose with his long finger, "Alcohol is not for kids. Even your little brother can't drink that."

It was none of my business! Adam said inside.

Ivan also held the milk and raised it to drink with Nancy.

"Wine is not good at all. Milk is delicious. Nancy, cheers."

"Hahahaha... let's toast to celebrate Nancy's release from the hospital."

Said all of them raised their glasses.

"Cheers!"

Nancy wasn't obsessed with having to drink that beautiful wine either. "I'd pass that since Ivan said it didn't taste good," she told herself.

After creamily toasting with everyone else, the little girl tilted her feet and took small sips of milk with both hands. She loved the lively atmosphere where everyone was gathered together for dinner.

It was a pity that my second brother hadn't come, she thought.

After dinner, Windy carried her daughter to change her clothes and freshen her up. The rest of the group sat in the hall and talked about Symon.

A heavy silence fell upon the room as soon as that man was mentioned.

Marcus tapped lightly on the arm of his chair without any expression on his cold face.

"We found out Symon's information."

Marcus was not a great talker. He directly distributed the few paper copies to the others.

That man, Symon Edward, was a genius.

But if a genius were indifferent or even antisocial to destroy everything, he would undoubtedly be a public danger.

The first person Symon killed, was his father.

He lived in a very stifling family and was not born in expectation.

His father, Peter, was a layabout in the Leaven village who spent all day drinking and gambling. His mother, on the other hand, was bought by Peter as a wife. She was locked up in the basement like a dog with a chain around her ankles and never saw the light of day. Peter would either beat or scold her every day he came back from drinking and gambling, treating her like dirt.

Symon's birth didn't make Peter treat women any better; he didn't even take his son seriously. Instead, he resented that he had to support another man.

Of course, under such circumstances, Symon had nobody to turn to. He didn't eat well since he was a baby, and when he grew up with trepidation, Peter even started physically abusing him. He grew up with wounds all over his body and never wore a nice shirt.

His mother gradually went mad during the torment. She may have shown mercy towards Symon when she was normal, but she also punched and kicked him when she was nutty.

When Symon was seven years old, he saw his drunken father kill his mother when he was hiding in the basement under a bed made of grass.

The only person in the family who was occasionally kind to him was dead, dead in front of him, and he didn't dare to make a sound because he knew that if his father found him, he would die too.

The next day, Peter only panicked for a moment when he saw the woman he had beaten to death. Then he quickly calmed down to dispose of the body and told Symon that the woman had abandoned them to elope with another man.

Not only could Symon not show any sadness or fear in front of his father, but he also had to pretend that he knew nothing about the incident.

He lived in that kind of environment and endured daily physical and mental abuse when he had psychological problems. It would be a wonder if he didn't turn out to be a deviant.

When he was ten, he guided his father to offend a famous gangster in town. Then on one occasion, when his father was drunk, he told the gangster his father's location.

Unsurprisingly, the gangster took a bunch of guys to punch Peter out but didn't kill him.

It was Symon who ended up beating his dad to death with gloves by a baseball bat that the gangsters had discarded.

Besides, he perfectly provided an alibi, planting the death on the gangsters.

When Symon got his father killed, he became an orphan. All of his relatives were unwilling to accept him, a burden. He ended up in an orphanage.

At the orphanage, he was ten years old but looked like a seven or eight-year-old. The other children bullied him because of his gloomy nature. However, he managed to get into high school with the best grades and was finally recruited by a third-rate high school with a gimmick of free tuition and a grant.

A third-rate high school was not the perfect environment for study. There was no shortage of academically weak students who constantly got into fights.

Bad luck haunts the Miserables, and Symon was an excellent example of this. Orphaned in school, he became the object of bullying by others and was forced to quit school.

Instead of going back to that high school, Symon got into another third-rate university nominal. He then studied on his own while working part-time and eventually got into the Carnel University, which was famous for its computers, with excellent grades.

This time he learned his lesson and acted like an extrovert. At university, he was a warm-hearted boy. Little did anyone know that it was just a mask for his disguise.

With his mask on, he started his revenge as soon as he managed to learn what he wanted to know.

At first, he just made the bullies poor, went to jail, or had their arms and legs broken. After that, he gradually got bored, and once by chance, he met an alcoholic in the B City.

The two men bumped into each other in the street. The drunkard cursed and spat at Symon when he was about to hit Symon.

That drunkard reminded Symon of his father.

It was at that moment that all his childhood trauma came to him. He turned out to be a complete villain.

This led to the cases that Shawn knew about.

Symon captivated the alcoholic to gamble through the internet, and the more he gambled, the more he lost. Then he used the same tactics he used on Gary to ruin the alcoholic's life and get him into debt with loan sharks. When the alcoholic was diagnosed with cancer, Symon hacked his phone and put some villainous news into his cellphone, provoking that alcoholic to take revenge on society. He ended up buying him explosives through others, which led to the bombing in B city.

After that, he went abroad. A few months later, he planned a bombing with widespread damage and numerous deaths.

Marcus investigated this information in great detail, or perhaps all this information was deliberately released to them by Symon.

So far, no one has been able to track him down.

The hall went pensive silence after they had read the information. In particular, the photo of Symon on the profile taken at university showed a young boy smiling like sunshine. Who would know that the backside of this sunshine was full of shadows, not a single ray of light could penetrate?

"Let's find him as soon as possible," said Marcus into the silence.

The others nodded their heads and said nothing.

They may not be qualified to judge Symon as they didn't suffer what he has been through. However, they would find him out even if they would go to hell because he hurt someone they cared about.