Walking up the stairs according to mory.
Andrew Hughes opened the door and stood at the entrance waiting for Him.
He had just turned a corner, looked up, and saw that small figure standing in the doorway.
"Camilo."
Seeing Camilo Nogueira, Andrew Hughes visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
As he approached the door, Camilo Nogueira looked down at this young boy, bent slightly, and asked, "Where’s your mom?"
"Sleeping in the bedroom."
Andrew Hughes answered, went to the entryway, and found a pair of slippers for Camilo Nogueira.
Camilo Nogueira changed into the slippers, followed Andrew Hughes inside, first placing the late-night snack on the dining table, then opened that bag of dicine.
Climbing onto a dining chair, Andrew Hughes looked at the big bag of dicine, a bit surprised.
He rarely gets sick, his grandfather almost never gets sick, so there was very little dicine at ho. Now seeing nearly ten kinds of dicine... it was sowhat hard to understand.
Do I have to take them all?
Just when he was about to ask, Andrew Hughes saw Camilo Nogueira take out a box, then tied the bag of dicine tightly again.
Andrew Hughes: "..."
Camilo Nogueira, also without much experience with illness, just picked up the box recomnded by the store clerk, glanced at the instructions after opening it, and took out two pills.
"Is there any water?"
"Yes!"
Andrew Hughes jumped off the dining table and ran straight to the kitchen.
Camilo Nogueira reached out, grabbed the hood of his coat, and pulled him back.
He turned his head confusedly.
Camilo Nogueira said, "You don’t need to bother, just tell ."
"...Oh."
Andrew Hughes nodded, not arguing with Him.
He followed Camilo Nogueira into the kitchen, where he knew the items like the back of his hand, where the kettle was, where the cups were, explained everything clearly to Camilo Nogueira.
The water dispenser at ho was broken and hadn’t been repaired, so to get hot water, they had to boil it using the kettle.
Camilo Nogueira boiled a little, mixed in so cold water, and after ensuring the water temperature wasn’t too high, carried the cup and dicine into the mother’s bedroom under Andrew Hughes’s guidance.
As he entered, Camilo Nogueira hadn’t reacted yet, but Andrew Hughes tiptoed and turned on the light.
This was a side bedroom, not spacious. Besides the bed and wardrobe, there was a small desk by the bay window with so children’s picture books and workbooks. Interestingly, there were over a dozen books on the bay window, all nonfiction and news-related.
The woman was curled up on the bed, covered with a quilt, just a small bundle, her face unseen, only a bit of soft hair visible.
Camilo Nogueira hesitated a bit.
After all, being strangers with no prior notice, coming to soone else’s house suddenly, and appearing in the bedroom...
It was inevitably causing so discomfort.
While hesitating, Andrew Hughes quickly ran to the bedside, climbed up, pulled back the quilt a little, and nudged Crystal Hughes’s shoulder, "Mom, take your dicine."
Crystal Hughes squinted slightly, revealing her face from the pillow.
Camilo Nogueira’s gaze unintentionally swept over and caught sight of Crystal Hughes’s face, imdiately freezing in place.
"Andrew, the dicine is expired." Her hand reached out, stroking Andrew Hughes’s head, her voice weak, "Mom will be fine after a nap."
Just after finishing cooking, Crystal Hughes knew she caught a cold. She rummaged around the house and found a box of cold dicine, took two pills, but they were already expired.
It was raining outside, and Crystal Hughes didn’t want to go out to buy dicine, fearing Andrew Hughes would worry, so she found an excuse to doze off.
"Camilo bought dicine." Andrew Hughes grabbed Crystal Hughes’s hand, kneeling on one side, speaking seriously, "They’re not expired."
"Who?"
Crystal Hughes was puzzled.
Andrew Hughes pursed his lips, explaining, "The uncle I told you about earlier. He was passing by and bought dicine."
?
Frowning and pondering for a mont, Crystal Hughes vaguely recalled this, coming to an understanding.
Passing by?
Crystal Hughes’s head was heavy and aching, struggling to think, obviously lacking the energy to contemplate.
At this mont, she heard the approaching footsteps, steady, powerful, and confident.
"Sorry to bother—"
With her elbow on the pillow, Crystal Hughes tried to prop herself up, but halfway through speaking, she looked up and saw who it was, imdiately went silent, all words swallowed in her throat.
The man was tall, wearing a casual suit, as handso and gentle as she rembered, except his features were more distinct, carrying a mature deanor.
Crystal Hughes was stunned.
The "Camilo" Andrew Hughes referred to was... Camilo Nogueira?
Could it be he—
Crystal Hughes subconsciously turned her head, sowhat anxiously glancing at Andrew Hughes, then forced herself to sit up.
Fatigue showed in her expression, with slightly flushed cheeks, full of sickness, hair disheveled, wearing a loose long T-shirt, looking youthful, pure, and beautiful, similar to how she was at twenty, unchanged.
She lowered her gaze slightly, her pale fingers brushed through her hair, casually tucking it behind her head, a simple yet unintentionally graceful movent carrying a hint of charm.
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