Mason Hugh sniffled, his thin frame appearing especially fragile and delicate.
The aura around him was low, his hoarse voice sounding as if it had been scraped by sandpaper, "Big sister, don't all parents love their children? Why don't my mom and dad believe in me?"
He couldn't understand, he really couldn't.
Caroline gently rubbed his head, tenderness swirling in her cat-like eyes, "Don't you want to go find your mom and dad to ask them clearly? How about I take you there."
She didn't answer his question directly because maternal love is like water and paternal love is like a mountain, but not all parents in the world love their children.
"I..."
Mason Hugh's face was twisted with conflict, his troubled brow furrowed tightly, and after a few silent seconds, he nodded emphatically.
His voice was muffled, "Sister, I... I want to find my mom and dad."
He wanted to ask them why they kept hurting him under the guise of loving him.