He endured it for a while and finally spoke.
"Master, the uncle next door is beating the child again."
A small, suppressed sob passed into their eardrums.
The old man closed his eyes and hesitated, seeming to turn a deaf ear, but the slight twitching at the corners of his eyes betrayed him.
"Master, it hurts as much as it hurts. Why pretend to be indifferent? Over time, you will easily get heart disease."
"Hateful! What I hate the most is someone beating a child! A violent maniac! If you have the ability to go out and bully your own family, what's the point?"
"That makes sense. Master can come and beat me."
