Chapter 3: The Dignified President is Despised by Little Mengbao_1

Mason King, upon waking up, doubted that he was hallucinating due to excessive blood loss. He stared for a long time before accepting that the person in front of him was indeed a very young girl.

He watched the beautiful child silently, his voice low and hoarse from his long slumber: "Where are the adults in your house?"

"Mommy went to the supermarket to buy chocolate for me! Uncle, do you want some? But Mommy says you can't eat chocolate when you're sick." Abigail Trent spoke as she stared at the handsome man's face, her eyes round like grapes.

Mason's cold and white eyebrows moved slightly: "..."

Abigail sat next to him with excitement as if she had saved a bunny, her mouth chattering nonstop: "Uncle, does it hurt? Oh, right, Mommy said I should feed you water!"

Abigail suddenly jumped down from the bed and ran towards the bedroom door, shouting, "Uncle, don't move around, wait for me!"

Mason glanced sideways at the little adorable child who had suddenly run out, hearing sounds from outside the room of climbing up and down and rummaging through things to get water. In just a few minutes, she came back, holding half a cup of water, swaying slightly.

Abigail went to the bedside and stood on tiptoes to feed him the water. She remembered that Mommy had used a spoon these past days, but she didn't know how to do that, so she got a straw, put it in the cup, and held the cup up for him to drink.

"Uncle! Mommy said you're running a fever and you need to drink more water!"

Seeing the little girl struggling on her tiptoes, Mason slowly raised his other arm that wasn't intravenously injected, taking the water cup and sipping through the straw, his throat feeling much relieved from the dry and hoarse sensation.

He looked again at the adorable child standing by the bed with her head cocked to the side, her eyes round: "Was it your mom who saved me?"

"Yeah!" Abigail jumped back on the bed, mysteriously taking out a pink "Peppa Pig" sticker from her pocket, tearing one off, and sticking the crowned pink pig on his hand. She said earnestly, "When I get a shot, as long as I'm good and don't move, Mommy will reward me with this! Uncle, be good, don't move! I'll put it on for you!"

Mason's left arm was temporarily immobile, looking at the pink sticker that appeared next to the medical tape, his cold eyebrows twitched slightly. He then looked at the expectant little child wanting to be praised.

"Isn't it pretty! It's my favorite Peppa Pig! Do you like it, Uncle?"

"...I like it."

Mason put the water cup aside and supported himself with one hand to sit up. The blanket slid down due to this movement, revealing that he was only wearing a loose dark gray pair of shorts, which looked new. Obvious injuries on his body were covered with gauze and had been disinfected and treated with medicine.

"Did any other adult in your house help treat my wounds?" He turned to look at the little girl still sitting on the bed.

"We only have Mommy at home. Mommy said you are male and wouldn't let me watch while she was changing your clothes. After she finished dressing you, I saw her face turn red!"

"..."

Mason was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Is she not worried about leaving you here alone with a stranger like me in the house?"

The little girl immediately stared at him with round eyes: "I'm not afraid!"

The man raised his elegant eyebrows slightly: "Hmm?"

Lily said seriously: "Mommy said Uncle is badly injured, can't beat me, and can't run faster than me, so there's no need to worry!"

The CEO of the York-King Group, standing at the peak of life for twenty-six years, rarely weak but despised by a child: "..."