Ballard cursed furiously outside, which was obvious nothing new for Tim.
"He didn't mess around in his own apartment, but came to mess up my kitchen. He did it on purpose!"
Ballard was almost choked from anger.
Ever since Tim was rescued from that kidnap, he seemed to have changed all of a sudden into a
different person who would do anything to upset him.
But Tim curled his lips and said, "That's right, I won't put my own apartment into danger. Redecoration
won't be easy if a fire destroys it."
These words successfully made Ballard angry enough to black out.
"Ballard! Ballard! Someone call the family doctor!"
Ms. Bush sweated heavily in shock.
However, Tim took a shower and was fairly numb to this whole black-out thing since it happened too
often.
Anyway, the family doctor was always there, and the old man himself was not ready to die.
He finished the shower, changed his clothes. Seeing his bald head in the mirror, he found a hat to put
on, and left the house.
He entered a barbershop, and told the barber to shave off all his hair.
What else could be done to save it?
He was not used to the chilling scalp when he came out, not to say the straight gaze from everyone
who saw him. The gaze made him want to hit the ceiling.
"What are you looking at! You haven't seen a monk, have you?"
Tim cursed in a low roar, scaring away the surrounding people in an instant.
Just as he was thinking about grab something to eat, he received a phone call from Lucas.
Tim answered it and said, "Boy, I heard that you had a cold? You're so lame. Your mom is fine. Don't
worry. I just get out of the hospital. She's in good spirits."
Tim's words made Lucas relieved, he whispered, "Uncle Jacob, thank you. I heard that you saved my
mother last night."
Laurel didn't even know about it, where did Lucas get the news?
Tim was stunned for a moment. Then, it crossed his mind that Lucas was a genius, he must have
hacked into the hospital's computer system.
"Kid, you can't do this. You can't just hack into security systems without permission. Do you know that
this is illegal?"
"I was just worried about Mommy."
His hoarse voice, accompanied by bursts of coughing, softened Tim.
After all, he is Nicole's son, but Nicole couldn't take care of him now. Tim could do nothing but say, "I'll
drop by with the snacks you like."
"Great! I want durian crisp."
Lucas asked without any bashfulness.
Tim smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go buy it for you."
"Alright, I'll wait for you, Uncle Jacob."
After hanging up the phone, Lucas stood up to change his clothes, but saw Laurel walking in.
"Grandma."
"Are you feeling any better?"
Laurel loved her grandson dearly.
"Much better. Uncle Jacob is coming to see me."
Lucas’ words made Laurel slightly stunned. However, she smiled and said, "Alright, but remember to
take some good rest, got it?"
"Thank you, Grandma."
Laurel caressed Lucas’ forehead. Seeing that his fever had gone, she ordered some hot water to be
prepared, and left Lucas alone.
When Tim arrived at the Green’s, Laurel was very surprised.
"Mr. Tim, your haircut is very... impressive."
Laurel didn't say anything else. It took her much effort to find this word.
Tim touched her bare forehead and smiled, "Mrs. Green, you're outdated, this is the fashion now."
"Oh, fashion."
Laurel smiled faintly, and thought in her heart that if her two sons showed up like this, she would
definitely beat them up.
"Lucas is upstairs. Go and find him."
Tim shrugged his shoulders at Laurel's words, then went to Lucas’ room.
"Kid, here is your durian crisp."
Tim handed the durian crisp to Lucas.
Lucas looked at Tim in astonishment and didn't react for a long time.
"How is my hair? Isn't it cool?"
Tim asked with a smile.
Lucas nodded, "Cool, it looks like you just got released from a jail."
"Kid, you got a naughty mouth!"
Tim was already depressed, and now he was even more depressed by Lucas' words.
"Is it really that ugly?"
"Well, it's alright. I just need a little more time to get used to it."
Lucas obviously went tender on him.
Tim sat aside and said dejectedly, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have messed it up."
"Mess up what?"
"That's not your business!"
Tim would never tell Lucas that he burnt his own hair trying to cook for Nicole.
Seeing that he didn't want to spill it, Lucas didn't ask anymore. He ate the durian crisp quietly, took out
a small bottle of ointment from a drawer nearby, and handed it over to Tim.
"What is it?"
Tim asked curiously.
Lucas replied, "It's from Uncle Finn. He said it was private recipe for wound healing. Take it. Thank you
for saving my mother yesterday."
Tim smiled and didn't refuse. He directly opened the ointment and took off his clothes in front of Lucas.
The wound on Tim's shoulder made Lucas' eyes glint.
"Uncle Jacob, does it hurt?"
"Not at all! A man sheds blood, not tears. Pain is nothing. Come on, kid, help me apply the ointment, I
can't reach it myself."
Tim asked without bashfulness.
For him, Lucas was not only Nicole's son, but also Samuel's son.
He was pleased to enjoy the boy's service.
Lucas put down the durian crisp, went to wash his hands, and began to apply the ointment to Tim's
wound according to Finn's instruction.
"Ah!"
Tim suddenly screamed.
"Kid, be gentle! What the hell is this ointment? Why is it so hot like chili sauce? Are you puling a prank
on me?"
Tim's entire body twitched from pain.
He rarely dealt with pains these days.
However, Lucas said indifferently, "A man sheds blood without tears, pain is nothing. Isn't that what you
just said? What's wrong? It's too much for you? I forgot to tell you, uncle Finn said that this ointment
was very effective but would cause a lot of painful. Your wound will scab tomorrow if it works well."
Lucas continued to apply the ointment as he spoke.
Tim wished nothing else except to escape from this room. Unfortunately, as a grown man, he would not
lose face in front of Lucas. He could only clench his teeth and endure, with his eyes getting red.
Shit!
He really didn't want to cry!
It was the pungent odor that tortured his nose, causing the tears to surge up without control.
Tim wanted to maintain his tough guy image, but sadly he failed. Tears dropped out incessantly.
Damn it!
It really hurt!
After Lucas finished applying the ointment, he was rather surprised, "Ah! Uncle Jacob, you're crying!
Don't move, I'll take a picture of you as a souvenir."
As he spoke, he hurriedly rummaged around for his phone. Tim was so angry that he wished to catch
this brat and beat him up.
"Lucas! You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Tim felt that his shoulders were totally numb.
However, Lucas was busy taking photos of him with the phone. Then, he smiled, "Uncle Jacob, you're
so lame! Samuel didn't even frown when he used this ointment."
"Samuel is not a normal human. He's a beast!"
The pain almost drove Tim crazy. It was deep in the bones, tormenting him without stop.
Lucas said indifferently, "If Samuel is a beast, you can only be his prey. You are way lousier than him."
"Kid, you asked me here today to make a fool of me for Samuel, right? Good, I'm leaving!"
Tim stood up childishly, but Lucas grabbed his wrist.
"Don't leave, Uncle Jacob, I'm just kidding. You're getting angry with a child?"
"What a terrible child you are to bully a grown-up?"
Tim felt that he couldn't be any more unfortunate.
If Samuel was a cunning fox, Lucas was just a fox cub. He was so naive that he actually pitied the poor
kid and came by. He asked to be bullied himself.
Seeing Tim like this, Lucas felt like laughing, but was afraid that Tim would leave out of anger. Lucas
held back his laughter and said, "Alright, alright. My fault. I shouldn't have bullied you, alright?"
"That's more like it."
Tim sat on the bed, still feeling his shoulder burning. He didn't want to wear any clothes before the
burning faded away.
"Now spill it, what are you up to, little fox?"
Of course, Tim didn't miss Lucas' crafty look, especially those blinking eyes.
Lucas said with a grin, "I want you to do me a favor."
"What is it?"
Tim would not fall recklessly into Lucas’ trap.
Young as he was, this brat was full of tricks, just like his father.
Tim thought in his heart, but didn't realize that his expression completely betrayed him.
Lucas shook his head, but still tried to coax Tim into his plan. He turned on his computer and lowered
his voice, "I found the signal from Samuel."
"Where is he?"
Tim actually didn't care about Samuel's location, but when he thought of Nicole, how she had shouted
Samuel's name before her black-out, he couldn't wait to know where Samuel was.
Right now, Tim only wanted to find Samuel and beat him up, to beat this bastard into a pulp.
When Tim was conjuring up his evil plan, Lucas pointed at the computer screen, "Here. Uncle Jacob,
please go over there and check on Samuel, will you?"
Lucas’ entreating eyes were filled with sincerity. This was the first time this child had asked him so
seriously.
Tim suddenly felt that he could never say no to those eyes. Although his eyes resembled extremely
those of Samuel's, that gaze reminded him of Nicole.
"Why me? The Green family is not short of hands. Why do you choose me?"
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