He held back several times, but finally spoke.
“Master, the uncle next door is beating his kid again.”
Faint, muffled sobs reached their ears again and again.
The old man sat with his eyes closed, breathing steadily as if he hadn’t heard a thing, but the slight twitch at the corner of his eye gave him away.
“Master, if you feel bad for the kid, just admit it. Why pretend you don’t care? Keep it up and you’ll give yourself heart disease.”
“Damn it! I can’t stand seeing anyone hit a child! What a bully! If he’s so tough, let him pick on people outside. What’s the point of bullying his own family?”
“Good point. Master, you can hit me instead.”
