Gale had a sore nose and felt like crying.

She blinked quickly and forced back the tears. "Joshua, you are still young, and the family does not need you to go out to make money."

"But I am confident that I can get first place. It's a seven thousand dollar prize. It is enough for our family's living expenses for a year," Joshua replied. The more sensible he was, the more Gale blamed herself.

It was because she was incapable that the child knew to help her share the pressure of life at such a young age.

Gale touched his head and said, "Joshua, Mommy will work hard and design to make money. The money is enough, so you don't need to worry. The family is not at the point where you need to show your face to make money."

"It's just a competition..."

"Okay, don't touch the wound when you wash your face at night. I have to take Nicole to the hospital tomorrow. You go to school by yourself, don't run around, and don't cause trouble, okay?" Gale said.

Joshua's little head nodded. "Okay."