Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 56 Are You Frightened

Chapter 56 Are You Frightened?

Nancy was slightly stunned. But then, she smiled softly, like a sweet little angel.

She gently wiped away her mother's tears. "It's not bitter. Don't cry, mommy."

How sweet her girl is, Windy thought. Caressing her little head, Windy smiled through her tears.

Marcus, standing by the door, with a cold expression on his face, he sent a message to Assistant Philip, asking him to find out who had bullied Nancy back in the Stream Village.

Although it's not like killing people on the TV, Marcus Brook wanted to cause them a little trouble to vent his anger. He still thinks that it is necessary.

So not long after that, the news that Mrs. Hall's son was cheating outside was found out by his wife. His wife was also a fierce one. On the same day, she took her family to seize the adultery and beat Mrs. Hall's son half to death. When Mrs. Hall found it out, she wanted to let her son divorce his wife. Their family has become a joke in the entire Stream Village, and their own family has turned upside down.

Of course, this was all for the future. Nancy didn't know that her brother was giving them a lesson for her. After comforting her mother, she was holding biscuits in both her hands.

"Mommy, I'll share it with brother." Nancy rushed toward her brother, almost hitting her brother's leg. Fortunately, there was someone balancing her up.

"Big brother!" After standing firmly, the little one raised her face and looked at him with her grinning eyes. She has gradually become more delicate as she grew older.

"Slow down." Lowering his eyes and watching his little sister in front of him, his lips curved into a smile unconsciously.

"Brother, this is for you. Mommy and I made it together!" Nancy shared her biscuits with her brother, holding the bear biscuits and handing them over.

The biscuits beside his mouth had a milky fragrance, and Marcus Brook ate them one by one indifferently. Then, he used his thumb, which was still stained with white flour, to rub her face.

The little girl just stood there obediently, occasionally tilting her head slightly, looking as cute as a kitten.

Marcus Brook's eyes flashed through a smile, and he skillfully picked up the little one with one hand.

Nancy was very well-behaved. She fed her big brother a biscuit, smiling sweetly.

In the afternoon, rain fell in the gloomy weather. Nancy, hugging Harley in her arms, was sitting in a hammock chair on the small balcony of her bedroom. Beside her leg was Adolph. She held an elementary school textbook in her hand, reading the sentences clearly according to how her brother taught them yesterday.

The book content, which people might find boring, was read by Nancy in a soft and sweet voice as if the elf's talking in the rain. Not only did the cat and the dog listen to her attentively, but a bird, which was drenched in the rain, also got in and landed on the window.

Its wings, flapping on the glass, made a fluttering sound. The little girl stopped reading, walked over barefoot, and opened the window. A little white parrot with warm yellow feathers on its head came in immediately.

That's right, this was the little bird that flew over after hearing Nancy's sound of reading.

"Hello, hello..." With a strange tone, the bird greeted her. Nancy was shocked when she saw a talking bird for the first time.

Even Adolph and Harley came over, looking up at the uninvited guest.

Nancy stared at the little bird standing on the windowsill in amazement and greeted it politely. "Hello."

"Little beauty, little beauty." It spoke again, kept calling Nancy 'little beauty.'

Blushing with shyness, she touched the bird's head with her fingers and talked to it softly. "What's your name? I'm Nancy." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Quentin, Nancy, Nancy." It seemed to like saying a word twice. Nancy welcomed the little guest, who suddenly appeared at home warmly.

She spread out her small hands. "May I take you to dry the water on your body?"

"Okay, thank you, thank you." The little bird raised its feet, stepped on Nancy's hands, and then laid down comfortably and gently pecked her fingers. It didn't hurt, but a little itchy.

As its feathers were a little muddy, she was wondering if the bird fell to the ground during its flight. Nancy discussed with it softly about giving it a bath, and it agreed.

After the hot water was prepared, the bird put its claws into the water, testing the water temperature. And when the temperature became suitable, it flapped its wings and flew in, rolling comfortably in the water.

Nancy opened her mouth wide for a moment. "Harley, look! Even the bird knows to bathe itself, but you still don't."

The black cat squatting at the table had its tail upturned. Staring at the bird sharply with its beautiful green eyes, it licked its paws gracefully.

The bird which was taking a bath went silent, feeling that it was being stared at by its predator.

It looked at the black cat vigilantly, then got out of the bath, placing Nancy's finger on its body, feeling that this was its safest place.

Nancy thought it was signaling her to bathe it, so she cleaned its feathers carefully. In a short while, it became clean.

Since the little bird which has just finished bathing was wet, Nancy placed it on a dry towel, and carefully wiped it dry.

"Thank you, thank you." After shaking its half-dried feathers, the bird thanked her again. Lastly, it was put into the dryer specially bought for Harley by Nancy. In a few minutes, a beautiful bird came out of the dryer.

The little guy was still grooming its feathers. As Nancy didn't know what kind of bird it was, so she decided to ask her big brother while bringing it along.

Wearing small slippers, holding the bird which had just visited in her hands, the two followed her behind, while nancy ran to Marcus's study.

She pushed open the door and looked inside, found that her elder brother was not making a video call now, so she went in lightly.

"Big brother, big brother." Nancy ran to the stern young man and handed the bird in his hands. But the white bird screamed and fluttered its wings, flying away.

"So fierce, so fierce! Even fiercer than the cat!"

Wow, it can speak more words.

Nancy looked at her empty palms in confusion, wondering why it flew away.

Marcus Brook shot a glance at the escaped parrot.

"Big brother, this bird can talk. What kind of bird is it?" Nancy's eyes were full of curiosity.

Marcus Brook rubbed her hair. "Cockatiel."