?<strong>Chapter 1082:</strong>


    Kallie seemed much happier since she and Jake had reconciled, leaving Calvin with no valid reason to object. This realization only deepened Calvin’s frustration, making him lose his appetite at breakfast.


    As Calvin was about to excuse himself, Sophie caught on to his n. She grabbed him, lowering her voice to a whisper with all the authority of an older sister.


    “You’ve been avoidinging home these days. We seldom gather like this, and everyone wants to see you. Let’s not spoil the meal.”


    Calvin was only eight but had grown as tall as Sophie was at fifteen. His mature presence belied his age, and nobody would mistake him for a typical young child.


    Calvin had inherited Jake’smanding aura, and his silent, piercing gaze could be unsettling. Yet, in the face of his sister’s firm stance, he was as docile as a tamed kitten. He reluctantly agreed.


    “Don’t worry, Sophie, I won’t make trouble.” What else could he do butply?


    Kallie felt her cheeks warm as she noticed the children’s reactions and struggled to find the right words. None of the children questioned the reconciliation, taking it as something expected.


    Jake broke the silence first, lightening the mood a bit.


    “Let’s eat first.”


    The family then started their meal together.


    Elma, the little darling she was, stuck close to Kallie, having missed her the previous day.


    Elmained not about the past day’s events but about the bitterness of her morning medicine and her reluctance to take it. Kallie’s expression turned serious.


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    “You have to take it, Elma. It will help you get better.”


    “You need to take your medicine to get better. Otherwise, you might need an injection, and that is far worse than any medicine.”


    Elma’s memory shed to Cara, who used to administer painful growth-inhibiting injections. Those injections had always been excruciating. Cara, showing little concern for how Elma felt, would ensure Elma was held down during the process.


    Elma’s face twisted in distress, fearing the prospect of an injection. This left Kallie at a loss. She had forgotten Elma’s intense fear of needles.


    Confused by Elma’s tearful reaction to the mere mention of injections, Kallie quickly reassured Elma, pulling her into herp.


    “Okay, no injections, but you must take your medicine, alright?”


    Elma, unable to stop her tears, left Kallie with no option but to seek Jake’s assistance. While Kallie was at a loss, Jake understood the unspoken.


    Jake tenderly wiped away Elma’s tears and whispered to Kallie, “Do you see what our daughter needs? She hopes you’ll be there next time she has her medicine.”


    Elma, gripping Kallie’s hand tightly, pleaded, “Yes, if you’re with me, it won’t feel as bad.”


    Kallie, while caressing Elma’s face, took a mental note to steer clear of discussing injections with her.


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