Watching her face and movents, Camilo Nogueira’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly.
"You—"
Crystal Hughes forced herself to speak gently despite feeling unwell.
Camilo abruptly cut her off, "Take the dication first."
He handed her the dication and water.
"Thank you."
She thanked softly, reaching out to take the dicine and water, her fingers trembling slightly, which caused ripples in the cup.
Placing the pill in her mouth, Crystal closed her eyes, took two sips of warm water, and quickly swallowed the dicine.
Camilo reached out to take her water glass, but Crystal avoided his hand and placed it on the bedside table instead.
Camilo’s hand froze for a mont.
Then, he withdrew it.
"Little Handso Hughes."
Without looking at Camilo, Crystal called to Andrew Hughes who was kneeling at her side.
"Mom, I’m here." Andrew quickly responded.
Crystal gently reminded him, "You should be asleep by now."
Andrew frowned, worried about her, hesitating slightly, "But you—"
"Mom’s fine, just a night’s sleep and I’ll be better in the morning."
After a brief hesitation, Andrew asked, "Can I sleep here?"
"No." Patting his head, Crystal’s voice was weak but very gentle, "I’ll sleep with you when I get better."
"..."
But I’m only worried about your illness, that’s why I want to sleep with you.
Andrew opened his mouth, paused, and forcibly swallowed his words.
He changed his tune, "I understand."
Originally about to get off the bed, he suddenly rembered sothing, crawled forward, kissed Crystal on the cheek, and then jumped off the bed.
He stood by the bed, looking at Crystal uneasily, "Good night, Mom."
"Good night."
Crystal’s lips curled into a smile.
Although her smile was a bit stiff, Andrew, being so young, didn’t notice.
He turned and walked outside, but upon reaching the door, he realized soone was missing, looked back, and saw Camilo still standing by the bed. He frowned and called, "Camilo?"
Camilo answered, glanced sideways, "I’ll be right there."
"...Oh."
Andrew nodded but didn’t close the door or go far; he stood at the doorway, watching Camilo with slight vigilance.
Even though he liked Camilo...
His grandfather had pointed out the traits of people who should be guarded against, and this uncle had every single one.
Leaving Camilo alone with his mom, he was completely uneasy.
Crystal curled her legs, hugging her knees through the blanket, pressing on her temple, trying to keep her eyes open, and spoke to the little figure at the door, "Mom has so things to say to Uncle."
"Okay."
Seeing Crystal say this, Andrew nodded and moved away from the door.
Still, he didn’t close it, remaining active in the living room.
"Andrew..."
Holding a shocking guess, Camilo finally spoke.
Before he could ask, Crystal frowned and directly explained, "I had an abortion. I didn’t lie to you."
Camilo was stunned, glanced toward the door, and asked with apparent amusent, "Then him?"
"Found him."
Crystal’s expression was indifferent, and her answer was quite cold.
The unexpected answer made Camilo frown, "Found him?"
"Found him. Do I look cheap? Why would I want to give birth to your child."
Crystal’s tone was cold and resentful. She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, and looked at Camilo almost impatiently, "Thanks for your trouble this ti. However, I don’t want to see you anymore. Can you please leave? How much for the dicine, I’ll transfer it to you tomorrow."
Straightforward and decisive.
With a hint of disgust for him.
Apart from his looks, there wasn’t a trace of the past left to be seen.
Camilo pinched his brow.
His thoughts were in turmoil.
The acquaintance with Andrew was a coincidence; Camilo had never delved into Andrew’s identity.
Coming here tonight was another coincidence.
Everything was purely accidental.
Yet, by chance, he discovered that Andrew’s mother was actually...
The child’s surna is Hughes, after her.
According to the breakup tiline, if the child was born, his age would match Andrew’s perfectly.
But as Crystal said, why would she want to bear his child?
"Take care."
After a long while, Camilo didn’t ask any more questions, gave a gentle reminder, and then turned to leave.
"Also—"
But Crystal called out to him.
Camilo paused, turning slightly to look.
Raising her head, Crystal’s gaze was calm and indifferent, as she slowly and clearly said, "Mr. Nogueira, as the child’s mother, I do not wish for you to have any further contact with Andrew. Please don’t look for him again in the future."
"..."
His brows furrowed, Camilo’s expression showed so displeasure, he made no promises or response, but after giving Crystal a few glances, he strode out of the bedroom.
The light went out, the door closed.
With the door closed, everything in the bedroom returned to silence.
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