518 Extra: The Answer of Love

Edwin rushed forward and took her arm. "Be careful."

Sunday leaned forward and fell heavily into Edwin's arms.

Sunday straightened up and apologized, "Sorry, I am so sorry, did I hurt you?"

Edwin let go of his hand, stepped back, keeping the distance between them, and glanced at the height of the fence, "It needs to be higher."

The fence was just to the height of the average person's waist. It was true that the accident would happen again for people with the height of Sunday.

Edwin turned and walked towards the stairs. Sunday followed him and asked, "Master Beck, would you allow me to continue being your assistant?"

Edwin said, "Since Bell let you be here, if I let you go back, she will inevitably be depressed."

Sunday was a little embarrassed. "I didn't mean to hide it."

Edwin stopped his footsteps suddenly. Sunday was talking to him. She didn't expect him to stop suddenly, and she made an emergent stop. Her body shook a few times before she hit him again.

When Edwin turned around, he saw Sunday struggling to stabilize her body. He frowned, looked at her and asked, "Are you from the Kingdom of the Sea?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

Sunday's face turned red instantly. "One hundred and, and ninety-eight years old."

Edwin looked at her blushing face and raised his eyebrows with interest, she certainly knew being embarrassed.

Edwin didn't laugh at her, but his word was still cruel. "One hundred and ninety-eight years old, almost two hundred years old. I am 31 years old. Do you think we are suitable?"

Sunday blushed and argued reasonably: "The King of the Sea is also over two hundred years old, and he can still be with the Queen. Our ethnic will have a life span of four or five hundred years, and two hundred years old is twenty or thirty years old of human."

Edwin reminded her: "As you said, for your ethnic, two hundred years old is still young. You won’t change much in fifty years, but I will have been old with gray hair at that time."

Sunday seemed to have thought about it in advance. She excitedly told him, "As long as you are willing to accept me, I can give up my identity in the Kingdom of the Sea. I can die with you, live with you, and grow old with you."

Edwin looked at her silently: "Sunday, do you learn the medicine from Elsa?"

"Well. Elsa is my aunt." Sunday nodded strongly. "I'm the female officer to succeed with my aunt."

Edwin asked, "That means that you will work for Bell’s family like Elsa in the future, won't you?"

"Sure."

"Their lives are so long, so they need a doctor with the same long life to accompany them. This should also be the reason why Elsa wants to develop you. If you give up your identity of the Kingdom of the Sea, how about Bell and her family in the future?"

Sunday froze, but she still answered, "I can train a new successor."

"Elsa spent nearly two hundred years training you and leading you. Do you think you can train another one?"

She couldn’t ...

It was because of this “Couldn’t” that Sunday hesitated for a moment.

At that time, she thought, she was really selfish. She gave up her life mission for love. Thinking of the efforts and sacrifices made by Charles and Bella to save the tree of life, she felt herself selfish.

Edwin was relieved to see the hesitation in her eyes, and said earnestly, "You will be the best doctor, Galaxy Clinic is Charles's, you can come at any time, you can choose any position. However, I hope that in the future, you can face up to your feelings."

Sunday lowered her head and whispered, "I see."

Sunday left the hospital, and George didn't know when she left.

Sunday lived in the backyard of William’s Mansion. The William Couple were busy at work and didn’t see her often, but Bryant, because he couldn’t teleport to Charles's room, he teleported to every room to play.

He saw everyone stunned by his sudden appearance, and giggled happily.

The two-year-old child soon forgot the discomfort of being thrown out by his father, and started playing a new game.

But when he came to Sunday's room, Sunday wasn't scared by him. Instead, she pulled out a stiff smile towards him. "The prince, you are here."

Bryant pouted. " Sunday, your smile is so scary."

Sunday stopped smiling, touched her stiff face, burst into tears, buried her head in her curled knees, and sobbed.

Bryant rushed in front of her, patted her on the back of her head, and comforted her cutely. “Sunday, I don’t mind your ugly smile, just laugh as you want. It doesn't matter if you just laugh like that."

On the contrary, Sunday cried even heavier. "My prince, what should I do? What should I do? I don’t want to leave you, but I also don’t want to give up him. What can I do...?"

Bryant lay on the window sill where Sunday was sitting and stood in front of her. A pair of soft hands held her tearful face, and said solemnly: " Sunday Aunt, my bad dad said that it wasn’t helpful to cry when you encountered a problem. We have to solve the problem. Tell me, what happened to you, let's find a solution together."

Bryant spoke the lines that Bella usually said to him, and set out a serious and gentle look as Bella usually did when he cried.

The appearance of such a little adult softened Sunday's heart, making her even more uncomfortable. How could she give up such a nice prince? She must follow him forever, and she wants such a nice prince to be healthy for the rest of his life.

But Edwin was right, she was a successor carefully cultivated by Elsa. Even if she trained an all-round general practitioner like her, it would take at least a hundred years.

She practiced sutures for fifty years, so that one day, when Charles was injured, she could sew the wound as quickly as possible to reduce pain where it couldn’t be anesthetic. For human, fifty years was long enough.

Therefore, once she gave up her mermaid identity, she gave up her loyalty to the royal family.

Bryant induced her. "Sunday Aunt, just tell me, tell me what happened."

Sunday could not stand his big clear eyes, and said softly, "I need your advice. The prince, you must not tell others, including your father and mother."

"Fine." Bryant nodded hard, but he could tell his uncle. Uncle Edwin, Uncle Steven, Uncle Ziv, Uncle Roy, they were not strangers.

Sunday asked, "Your uncle Edwin can only live one hundred years old, but the Queen can live to five hundred years old. Then, will you accompany him, or the Queen?"

"How old can I live?"

"Five hundred years old!"

"Then I can accompany both." Bryant's eyes widened. "I can live to 500 years old, I can accompany Edwin to 100 years old, and I can stay with my mother to 500 years old. I can accompany both. Sunday, you're stupid!"

"But what if you watch your uncle grow old, especially when he becomes very old and old?"

"Becomes very old, very old, he is still my uncle," Bryant answered seriously.