"Don't worry, baby, it's not your fault. Don't take the blame on yourself. You're the best."
Ivy River knew that Fatty was taking the blame for Emmy's fall, and she hurriedly held Emmy to comfort her.
Fatty stubbornly shook his head, his little face all knotted up, "I'm sorry. I didn't protect my sister well."
"It's not your fault. How can it be your fault? You're the best brother!"
Ivy River's tone was full of affirmation, and Emmy also chimed in with her childish voice, "Yeah, you're my best brother!"
Fatty was unmoved, still silently shedding tears.
He felt very guilty inside, wishing he had done better.
At this moment, Edwin Blake spoke coldly, "A real man, who's allowing you to cry?"
"Kneel down, why are you picking on the kid? Didn't you cry a lot when you were a child?"
Old Lady Blake immediately scolded and began to comfort Fatty, "Good grandson, come to Grandma Zane, let grandma hug you. We won't bother with him, okay?"
