Chapter 981

"Come on! You all come here. Everyone's face should be smeared with cream. It's a tradition between Muggle friends on their birthdays, isn't it?"

Looking at Harry, Ron and Neville's fellow men being pushed to the hospital bed, little Cathy smiled and painted a finger of cream with her own hands, Maka couldn't help but show a knowing smile.

But when everyone found that little Cathy finally set her eyes on Marca, he suddenly realized that the smile on his face was going to be robbed by others.

"Oh, beautiful Cathy, don't you think you should save a little?"

To tell the truth, however, because Hannah's cake was not very big, little Cathy had saved enough. At present, everyone's face is just cream smeared with a finger.

However, looking at the amount left in the tray, Maka felt that she might receive a relatively special "care".

"Come on! Come on!"

Seeing that little Cathy was completely unmoved, he just waved at him. He could only honestly go to little Cathy's hospital bed and bend down.

"Not too much. I'm really not used to putting these greasy on my face -"

Before he finished, he saw little Cathy holding the fresh cream in the tray with both hands and happily pressing it on his face.

Wipe off the cream covering her eyes with her hand. Maka opened her eyes and licked her mouth a little reluctantly.

"OK! Maybe applying cream once in a while will be good for the skin..." he smashed the delicate sweetness in his mouth, completely gave up, joked, and finally said, "Oh, Hannah! Seriously, your workmanship is really great."

Maka's face was covered with cream, which made everyone laugh again. Especially Luna, once she laughs, she always has a tendency to stop, and the laughter is quite magical.

But because of what Maka said just now, Harry and other boys seemed to taste some helpless sadness from this joy, which made them unconsciously restrain their smiles.

Unconsciously, perhaps without the participation of male voices, the laughter gradually became thinner and thinner. As everyone was affected one by one, they stopped laughing more and more strangely, and the atmosphere changed from lightness to heaviness.

This is another reason why Maka suddenly told Harry and others about the matter just now - those who should come always come. He needs those boys who are not very good at hiding their feelings to create this opportunity.

At present, some of the people in the ward don't know what's going on, while others already know some cruel realities.

Even Luna, a special girl who is usually not affected by the environment, gradually put away her smile. Of course, it still feels a few beats slower than others.

Perhaps she realized something from the sudden change of atmosphere. Mrs. pierce suddenly looked at Marca.

Maka then nodded slightly at her, and then said to everyone:

"Let's all go out! Today is Cathy's birthday. I think she must spend some time alone with her mother. What do you think?"

At the same time, he winked at Harry and them, and immediately they cooperated to take Hermione and other girls out of the ward.

Little Cathy, who knew from the beginning, didn't say a word at first, but when she saw that Maka picked up a patient who was inconvenient to move and was going to leave here with other patients, she finally couldn't help calling:

"Ma, Ma ka?"

No matter how mature and sensible little Cathy is, and whether she is also one of the creators of this opportunity, she is always a very precocious child.

Maka heard an imperceptible tremor in her seemingly inadvertent soft cry.

As for Mrs. pierce standing aside, she would not understand the real meaning of little Cathy calling Marca's name. Without knowing it, she would only think that her daughter was upset that everyone was leaving.

"Well, help Mr. Woods out for me..."

After handing over the patient in hand to another slightly injured patient, Maka stopped, then slowly turned around and returned to little Cathy's hospital bed.

"Madam, it's just my words. Is it all right to stay?"

Watching her daughter reach out and grab Marca's sleeve, Mrs. pierce silently nodded her head.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. McLean."

Marca could feel that her sleeve was tightly clenched by Cathy's little hand - what kind of expression did she have now? Marca didn't look down.

After that, the ward suddenly fell into silence. Only Mrs. Pierce's tense breathing proved that the space here was not solidified.

After about two or three minutes, the lady finally spoke.

"Little Cathy, my mother didn't want to tell you this... Mr. McLean told me that even if it's just the last memory, it's often more regretful than leaving nothing."

"So, in order not to make you regret in the future, mom decided to tell you this fact."

At this point, Mrs. pierce has no reason to stop talking. She saw that she didn't care about Maka. She silently opened the belt around her waist, and then let her coat fall to the ground.

At that moment, her upper body was immediately exposed to the air. It can be seen that her extremely thin upper body was wrapped tightly with bandages without any clothes except the robe just now.

Faintly, even from the gap of the bandage, a trace of black translucent flame poked out from it from time to time, like a living creature.

Yes, it was Mrs. pierce who was seriously injured.

This is the terrible consequence of her body blocking a black flame in order to protect little Cathy in the disaster in London.

To this end, her soul suffered a major injury that even Maka could not cure, while little Cathy only hurt an arm.

However, although she thought that little Cathy had fainted at that time, unexpectedly, little Cathy had already branded that scene deeply into her heart.

"My daughter... Mom may not be able to stay with you for too long."

As Mrs. pierce just said, although this reality is extremely cruel, it is something that little Cathy should know sooner or later. Rather than hide and exchange a short peace for a sudden impact, the mother and daughter might as well take advantage of the last period of time to create the last meaningful memory.

What's more, little Cathy always knew the truth, and it was her wife who was kept in the dark.

"Big brother, I know you must have tried your best. The bad guys are just those black monsters in the street. But please help me again and let mom tell the truth! I don't want her to hold it in her heart so painfully..."

Marca still remembers that a few days ago, when he was checking little Cathy and Mrs. pierce just went to the restaurant to buy lunch, the extraordinarily sensible little girl whispered to herself.

To tell you the truth, the little girl was so smart and sensible that even Maka was surprised. Even though she, like other peers, has many very childish places, her eyes can see a lot of things.

For example, in order not to let her know her injury, Mrs. pierce asks Marca to treat her outside every treatment.

But more than once, little Cathy easily saw through the law, and even struggled out of the hospital bed to peep into the process of Maka's treatment for her mother.

And that's exactly what happened. Of course, Maka immediately discovered little Cathy's behavior, which led to these secret exchanges and plans between the two.

However, little Cathy's strength was limited after all, so she couldn't help but secretly called him when Maka was going to leave.

Maybe she subconsciously realized that she needed someone to bear the unparalleled pain with her. Otherwise, she might collapse on the spot when she saw her mother tell the so-called "truth" herself.

"Mom!"

When Mrs. Pierce's extremely abnormal upper body showed up, and when Mrs. Pierce said that her time was running out, little Cathy threw herself on her and couldn't help hugging her.

"Mom, how could it... How could it be like this, why..."

As soon as she lowered her head, Maka looked at the little wrinkles on her cuffs and didn't raise her eyes for a short time.

He knew that little Cathy was no longer suppressing her acting. She was really calling for the injustice of the world.

"Why" the pierce family, which has long lost its father and husband, will now be deprived of a mother. How could the world be so ruthless.

Seriously, Maka also wants to know the answer to this question - if there are two hands controlling the world, what the hell is the master of those hands thinking?

He even wanted to know why he was thrown into this colorful but incomparably realistic world?

"Mom... Cathy can understand. Cathy won't cry... So don't cry, will you?"

When Maka heard the speech, she suddenly looked up.

It turned out that Mrs. Pierce's face was already full of tears.

She stood in silence for a moment and watched her mother and daughter embrace each other. Maka knew that little Cathy didn't need him now.

So he left the ward quietly without making any sound.

"Let them stay inside a little longer! Let's not disturb them," said Marca calmly in the corridor. "Let's go to the tea room on the sixth floor and have an afternoon tea."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a figure running out of the corner of the corridor in the distance - Sirius.