Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Didn't Franklin praise him just now? Why was he trying to undermine him now? He was being ridiculed by this little brat.

What the hell was she laughing at! Quinn kicked Franklin's seat angrily, leaving behind a gray footprint.

"Franklin, am I your biological brother?!"

"Hmm...you have to ask mom and dad about this. Maybe I'm not?"

For the first time, Franklin made a joke, but Quinn was unable to laugh.

He wanted to establish a strong image in front of Lauren, but when Franklin said that, he felt like a balloon poked by a needle.

After mocking Quinn, the atmosphere in the car was obviously not as serious. However, no one took the initiative to speak.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the air was constantly flowing. Lauren's sensitive nose smelled the smell of rust.

Was someone bleeding? Lauren gathered her spiritual sense again to search for the source of this smell.

Hmm? It came from the right. Was Quinn bleeding?

Lauren recalled that Quinn had taken the initiative to step forward to subdue the drunk man. It was possible that he had been scratched.

She shrugged. She did not care.

There were fewer cars at night, and the road was very empty. Lauren accidentally dozed off, and when she woke up, she realized that she was almost there.

Eh? Why did she feel that something was wrong? She remembered that the car windows were very hard.

"Are you awake? If you're awake, move your head away. It's too heavy."

...

Lauren obediently moved her head away and realized that she had actually fallen asleep leaning against Quinn!

Because she was short, she could only lean against Quinn's arm. Quinn shook his arm and immediately grimaced.

"My hand is numb."

Lauren sat quietly back in her seat. Soon, the front door of the Torres residence appeared in front of her.

Relying on the light in front of the door, Lauren immediately saw Mr. Hayes waiting for her at the door.

She jumped out of the car and ran to Mr. Hayes. "I missed you so much, Grandpa Hayes!"

"I missed you too, Miss Lauren! Come, let's talk inside. I've prepared pastries for you!"

Not sure if Mr. Hayes had forgotten or for other reasons, but when he entered, he even closed the door and completely forgot about the other three people.

Quinn, who was almost hit in the nose by the door, was speechless.

When Lauren did not return, Mr. Hayes ignored him. Now that Lauren was back, Mr. Hayes had completely forgotten about him? How frustrating.

Lauren had experienced a lot today. After eaten the cake, she became even more sleepy.

"You eat till you're full and just sleep? If you're not a pig, then what are you?" Quinn crossed his arms over his chest and spared no effort in ridiculing her.

Lauren couldn't be bothered with him. Mr. Hayes held her hand and led her to the second floor.

"By the way, Grandpa Hayes, where's the medical kit?"

"Why does Miss Torres need the medical kit? Are you injured somewhere?"

"It's not me, it's... It's that person. His hand should be injured."

Mr. Hayes was confused.

Who was that person?

"It's...It's that person who hates me." She thought of using this to thank him for being her "human pillow" for the past ten minutes.

After saying this, Lauren said goodnight to Mr. Hayes and closed the door.

Mr. Hayes thought for a while at Lauren's door, then he sighed and walked downstairs.

While Quinn and Franklin were still talking, Mr. Hayes walked over with the first aid kit.

"Master Quinn, are you hurt?"

Quinn was stunned. "Mr. Hayes, you finally remembered to show concern for me?"

He reached out his right hand. When he went to grab the wine bottle, he accidentally cut his palm on the glass. As the wound was not serious, so he did not take it to heart.

Now that he looked at it, the blood had already coagulated. Mr. Hayes opened the medical box and took out a cotton swab and alcohol.

"Hiss..." When the alcohol touched the wound, Quinn shrank back.

"Mr. Hayes, be gentle."

"Master Quinn, you are already such an adult. Are you still afraid of pain?"

After disinfecting the wound, he put on another band-aid.

"The wound is not serious, but Master Quinn has to be careful. Avoid touching this area for the next few days. Don't get it wet."

Quinn raised his hand and complained to Franklin, who was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa and leisurely looking at his phone, "You really aren't my real brother. Even Mr. Hayes knows that I'm injured, but you don't even know."

Franklin didn't even look at him as he continued to look at the news on his phone.

Mr. Hayes held the medical box and said, "Master Quinn, I didn't discover your injury, it was instructed by Miss Torres."

"She said that you were injured, and asked me to take the first aid kit."

"Oh..." Quinn retracted his hand unnaturally and scratched his head.

"She's quite attentive."

Franklin's heart was filled with mixed feelings at the moment. Successfully bringing Lauren back had relieved the heavy burden on his heart for the past few days.

Then, he looked at Quinn, who was trying his best to hide his embarrassed face.

Lauren would certainly use her own way to let Quinn change his view about her.