NovelUSAChapter 263 Someone called out to Gwyneth. She lifted her head just a little and, to her surprise, saw Max standing there.
Gwyneth felt a pang of embarrassment. She hadn't exactly been nice to Max before, but he never seemed to hold it against her-in fact, Max had even helped her look for her mom.
Max noticed the red, puffy mark on Gwyneth's right cheek and looked at her with concern. "What happened to you?" He wondered if someone had hit her, but it didn't seem like something Mr. Langford would ever do-unless it was that terrible Miss Violet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGwyneth muttered, "My tooth hurts." Max blinked in surprise. "What? How come?" He couldn't imagine why anyone would have a toothache. He brushed his teeth every night and had never had one himself.
"Lettake a look." Max plopped down beside her and gently touched her cheek. Gwyneth winced right away.
Despite still feeling a little awkward around Max-mostly because of her mom- she trusted him completely now. So, she opened her mouth just a bit. Max peered inside and spotted two teeth riddled with cavities. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you forget to brush your teeth at night?" Gwyneth covered her face, nodding sheepishly. "Ever since I started staying on Winding Peak Lane, I haven't brushed my teeth at all. I love sweets, and every night Violet letsfall asleep with candy in my mouth." She actually thought it was great-she hated brushing her teeth at bedtime. Only when she was with Violet could she skip it and go straight to sleep.
Plus, she adored milk caramels. As long as she had candy in her mouth, her dreams would be sweet and happy. In the morning, her mouth still tasted sugary, and Gwyneth loved it. That's why she liked Violet so much.
Max fell silent, his expression growing serious.
"Gwyn, kids can't go to sleep with candy in their mouths. You'll get cavities, and if all your teeth rot away, you'll end up like an old lady with no teeth left to eat anything. It hurts, just like what you're feeling now. Didn't Violet ever tell you that?" Gwyneth shook her head in confusion. Not only had Violet never warned her, but Violet seemed to support everything she did. Unlike her own mom, who was always fussing-don't do this, don't do that.
That was why Gwyneth liked Violet better and didn't care much for her own mom.
Max grew even more puzzled. "Is this Violet your mom?" Gwyneth shook her head again. The ache in her jaw made her not want to talk.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMax frowned, his brows knit tight together. "If she's not your mom, why do you listen to her? Gwyn, do you have your own mom?" Gwyneth nodded. Of course she did—her mom had dropped her off at school that very morning.
But seeing Max, and remembering how her mom much, skie suddenly shook her head, suddened to like Max so as if afraid to admit it.
Max was getting anxious now. "So do you have a mom or not? Because if Violet were your real.mem she'd make sure you never ate candy before bed and always brushed your teeth. When my mom and dad were still here, they madedo that every single day." He paused, then asked softly, "Or... is your mom like mine? Is she gone too?" If that was the case, then Gwyneth was just as alone as he was.
Gwyneth shook her head again. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks as she looked at Max.
Finally, despite the pain, she managed to say, "I do have a mom, "I but... she doesn't wantanymore.
She likes other kids better."
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