Chapter 307 Stupid Cripple, Don't Embarrass Me!

"Mr. Spencer, move aside!"

Zackary had no intention of stepping aside. He grabbed Ethan's hand and thrust a bottle of Cornelia's special ointment into it.

"So stupid! Can people trip you up just by sticking out their foot?!"

Zackary spoke to Ethan irritably, "Apply the medicine yourself! Perform well at the sports meeting! Don't embarrass me!"

Seemingly afraid that Penelope might think he still cared about Ethan, Zackary awkwardly muttered under his breath before speaking again, "Ethan, don't flatter yourself! I gave you the ointment, not because I care about you!"

"After all, you carry my, Zackary's, blood in your veins. Even if I disowned you, I would still be ashamed if you came in last!"

After saying this, Zackary turned around and left without looking back.

"I won't be the last!" Ethan shouted at his own silhouette, he wanted to shout louder, he could be the champion.

But thinking of his own legs that couldn't even walk steadily, he ultimately didn't utter these words.

Once, Ethan naively thought that as long as he was willing to work hard, he could definitely do things like a normal child, he could run, he could long jump, he could play basketball, he could do so many things.

But now he slowly realized, he was different from other children, truly different.

Especially after being effortlessly tripped by Niko just now, he understood more deeply that he was disabled. The sweat-drenched sports field was only for healthy children.

Ethan hung his head, repeatedly applying medicine to his hand. Seeing the dejection on his face, Everett spoke with rare patience, "Ethan, there's a sports meet later. Shall we cheer on together?"

"Falling down is not scary, as long as we can bravely stand up, we are the best!"

Everett extended his hand towards Ethan, "Ethan, let's work hard together and win the championship!"

Ethan slowly lifted his face, his eyes filled with inferiority, self-loathing, and a great deal of uncertainty. He felt the originally cool ointment in his palm gradually heat up. Inexplicably, his heart also warmed.

He reached out his hand, gripping Everett's hand tightly, "Alright, let's work together for the championship!"

Penelope could always sense Ethan's emotional changes. Seeing that his little face was finally not just filled with loneliness, she couldn't help but let a smile creep onto her lips.

She placed her hand over Ethan and Everett's clasped hands, "Yes, we will win the championship together!"

The sunlight, spilling onto their three hands clasped together, coated them with a thin layer of pale gold.

Zackary stared blankly at the three hands that seemed to be stuck together, his heart ached so much in an instant that he couldn't catch his breath.

The three of them, together, really looked warm and harmonious.

But, he was Ethan's father.

Zackary stared at his right hand, his eyes red. It was her hand that should have been held by Ethan, not Everett's, but Zackary's.

Why, they, all were unwilling, to want him...

The first event of the sports meeting was teamwork.

It was a family of three, two people's legs tied together, running towards the finish line.

Everett was in the center, Ethan's leg tied to his left, Penelope's to his right. As soon as the gunshot sounded, he led them, rushing forward quickly.

Ethan's leg was still limping, but Everett skillfully supported his body, making him walk much more briskly. They didn't fall behind others too much.

Penelope hadn't exercised in a long time, so suddenly walking briskly left her somewhat breathless.

However, thinking of Ethan's desire for the championship, she still walked forward quickly.

The breeze brushed against her face, fighting side by side with her teammates, it was as if she had returned to the innocent days of her youth in school. Listening to the surrounding cheers, Penelope suddenly felt an inexhaustible strength within her.

With Everett skillfully leading her, the three of them quickly managed to push to the front, and ultimately, they were the first group to cross the finish line.

The shot put competition was based on the total distance thrown by a family of three.

Everett threw, without a doubt, setting a record among the male heads of households. Ethan had a bad leg, but his arm strength was astonishing, making him the best shot putter among the children.

The only downside was that Penelope brought down their overall level. She exerted all her strength, yet she still threw the shortest distance among the female heads of households.

But because of the immense strength of Everett and Ethan, the total distance among the three of them was still the farthest among all families.

After the shot put competition ended, Penelope silently covered her face, feeling truly embarrassed. She had promised to help Ethan win the championship, but she was still holding him back relentlessly.

Ethan, on the other hand, grew more confident with each competition. Seeing Penelope so embarrassed, he even kindly encouraged her, "Mom, you have to keep going!"

Penelope's face turned red, alright, she would keep trying. In the next shooting competition, she absolutely wouldn't be the last among all the mothers!

Hmm, she had to get the second to last!

Everett was really good at shooting, hitting the bullseye every time. Ethan was also not bad, although he couldn't hit the bullseye, he was still the best among the children.

In order to get the second to last place, Penelope exerted all her strength, but in the end, the darts in her hand didn't even make it to the target.

Without a shred of suspense, she was last again.

Ethan was a considerate child, even if Penelope was always dragging her feet, he still had to comfort her.

"Mom, don't be sad, someone always has to come in last! If you don't come in last, someone else will have to. If you come in last, then others won't have to feel sad for being last! Mom, you're great!"

Penelope was comforted by Ethan to the point of being in a fog, as if what he said made quite a lot of sense.

No, what kind of twisted logic is this!

She always came in last, okay? She was really upset!

Before Penelope had time to feel sad, she quickly threw herself into the next long jump competition.

She was very light and exceptionally flexible, that jump, was really far.

But she found that other mothers were also great, and it seemed like she was last again.

Only the last event was left, the highlight of this sports meeting, the Family Mini Marathon, a three-kilometer family run.

Penelope was diligently doing her warm-up exercises, intending to redeem herself in this race and be the first to reach the finish line. However, to her surprise, she felt her legs go weak and was about to collapse after running less than a kilometer.

Seeing Ethan panting heavily but still limping forward, Penelope couldn't bear to collapse on the ground. She could only grit her teeth and push forward.

Many families started off running quite energetically, but when they reached about a kilometer, they almost all collapsed on the ground.

Penelope was relatively strong, she persisted until fifteen hundred.

She originally thought that she could be strong for another 1,500 steps, but to her surprise, she only managed to take a few more steps before her legs gave out and she collapsed on the ground.