Chapter 1716: Wherever My Gaze Falls, There Is Eternity: You Told Second Uncle

Daxton Lancaster had just left, and Robert Lancaster soothed his little brother before climbing the stairs. After two steps, he grasped the railing, turned, and said in a childish voice, “Aunt Violet, I want some soda.”

Before Daxton left, he asked Aunt Violet to watch over the two children. Upon the eldest young master’s request, Aunt Violet quickly got up to grab a soda from the kitchen and brought it over after opening it.

“Young master, here you go. Finish it before going up the stairs.”

Robert reached out his tiny hand to take the soda. “Thank you, Aunt Violet. Mommy is sick, so I want to give this to her.”

“Oh dear, the young master is so considerate. Aunt Violet will take you upstairs.” Aunt Violet took the soda bottle back, held Robert’s little hand, and glanced back to see Evander Lancaster still completing the tasks his brother had assigned on the carpet.

Aunt Violet escorted Robert to the room door, then hurried back to look after the second young master. Robert pushed open the door and said in that babyish voice, “Mommy, are you feeling better from your cold?”

Though young, Robert was thoughtful. Since his dad said Mommy had a cold, he asked in this way.

Violet Zimmerman lay on the bed, feeling warm inside as she watched her son walk over with the soda bottle. She tried to smile and said, “Mommy’s alright, feeling much better.”

Robert came to the bedside and raised the soda in his hand. “Mommy, have some soda; it’s really tasty.”

After all, Robert was still too young. A child of only a few years couldn’t say comforting words; he only knew to share his favorite things.

“Mommy doesn’t want it, you drink it.” Violet pushed the soda back. There were many bruises on her waist, buttocks, and upper thighs, leaving her only able to lie on the bed.

“Mommy, you should drink it. The soda will make you better,” Robert insisted, raising the soda again to Violet.

Seeing her son’s concerned expression, Violet took the bottle, brought it to her lips symbolically, and after a sip, Robert said, “Mommy, when I grow up, I can protect you!”

Violet…

Suddenly turning to look at the little figure standing by the bed, she forced a smile after a moment and asked, “Why would you say that, Robert?”

Robert pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing more.

Looking at the serious look on his little face, Violet couldn’t help but worry. Did the little guy see what happened last night?

But it seemed impossible because Daxton came back past eleven at night, just when the kids were sleeping soundly. Worrying they’d be woken up, she had bitten her hand to make no sound…

“Robert, tell Mommy, did you see something?” Violet anxiously asked again.

Robert pursed his lips and nodded, “I saw Daddy whip Mommy with a belt.”

Violet…

Her grip on the soda bottle unconsciously tightened, tears welling up as she looked at her son’s cold expression.

“Mommy, why aren’t you drinking it?” Seeing Violet constantly looking at him, Robert pushed the soda back to her lips. “Soda tastes so good, hurry and drink it before Daddy comes back.”

“Alright, Mommy will drink it.” Violet sniffed, wiped her eyes, took a symbolic sip of the soda, and then casually asked, “Where did your dad go?”

“Daddy drove Uncle to the hospital.”

Before Daxton left, he had explained this to Aunt Violet, asking her to take care of the two children, with Robert present then.

“What happened to your uncle? Is he sick?” Violet anxiously grabbed Robert’s arm, causing the soda in her hand to spill.

The action tugged at her injury, causing her to wince in pain and let out a gasping breath.

Grasping Robert’s arm, she continued asking, “Robert, tell Mommy, is your uncle sick?”

Robert tightly pursed his little lips and dejectedly said, “When I secretly went to tell Uncle, he was fine. Just now, Grandma Guo said Uncle fainted.”

“You told your uncle?” Violet’s face turned pale.

“Yes.” Robert nodded vigorously. “I wanted Uncle to help buy a house for Mommy to hide in so Daddy couldn’t find you and hurt you.”

Violet…

At this point, her feelings were indescribable. Her son had seen Daxton abuse her last night and even told their younger uncle about it…

If she guessed right, it must be that the uncle knowing she was beaten led to…

How could such a young and healthy man faint without reason?

With a “thunk,” the soda in Violet’s hand fell to the floor, and the milky-white liquid spilled from the bottle, bubbling with small foamy beads.

Violet collapsed onto her arm, silently weeping.

It was all her fault. If not for her, the younger uncle wouldn’t have fainted. He was still so young, not yet married. If something happened to him, wouldn’t she be branded a criminal to family…

“Mommy, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Don’t cry, Mommy… Waaa…” Robert knelt on the bed, anxiously shaking his mother. Eventually, he too burst into tears.

…

The next morning, after Daxton left for work, Violet struggled against the pain to dress and stand before the mirror to do her hair, then walked out of the room.

The anti-inflammatory ointment worked well; after just one day, most wounds had scabbed over and walking caused a pulling pain.

Enduring the discomfort, Violet descended the stairs slowly. Seeing her coming down, Aunt Violet, who was watching the children downstairs, rushed up to help her.

“Madam, why are you up? The Family Head said you had a severe cold and that it was serious, so why aren’t you resting in your room?”

Aunt Violet was more diligent than the other servants. That night, she was the one who opened the door for Daxton, so although she didn’t see what happened afterward, she could guess most of it.

“Mommy, are you feeling better?” Robert stopped playing with his building blocks and stood up. Evander also got up with his little butt sticking out and reached out his arms to Violet. “Mommy, hug me~”

Before Violet could respond, Aunt Violet cheerfully chimed in, “Young master, go play with the second young master. Madam is still not fully recovered and can’t hold him.”

Appreciating the intervention, Violet curved her lips at Aunt Violet; in her current state, she truly couldn’t lift her son.

Robert turned and took his younger brother’s tiny hand, patiently saying, “Evander, don’t ask Mommy to hold you; she’s sick. How about I make you a big playhouse?”

“Okay.” Evander readily agreed in his babyish voice, and the little brothers continued playing together.

“I can manage myself, Aunt Violet, please see to the children.” After reaching the bottom of the stairs, Violet sent Aunt Violet off, walking to the kitchen alone.

Uncle loved the Alcohol Fermented Meatballs she made, so she decided to make more to bring to him.