"If you had a mother? Would you choose your mother?" Bessie asked An An.
She held back her inner emotions and asked him in the calmest voice.
"I will choose dad." An An's clear voice made her choice without hesitation.
Even, there is no other consideration.
I didn¡¯t ask too many other questions.
Bessie felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
In fact, the result has been expected for a long time, but the moment you really get the answer, you will still feel a little disappointed.
The loss is so obvious that it¡¯s hard to ignore.
"No, do you really want a mother?" Bessie made herself look calm.
She really didn¡¯t want to scare An An.
An An replied, "I really want a mother."
He left Bessie¡¯s arms with innocence on his face and seriousness in his eyes.
"My sister also wants a mother. My father also needs a wife." An An said, "But what we need is to be together as a family, not to break up our family. What I hope is that my mother can come back to me, not I left with my mother."
Bessie chuckled.
The faint smile seemed to be hiding his sadness.
"And I have never met my mother. Although I may love her very much, I love my father even more." An An added again, with a firm tone, "Dad grew up with me, even if he is very busy. He spent so much time taking care of me, but at least he didn't abandon me and my sister like my mother did."
Bessie touched An An's head and said, "Well, I understand."
"Auntie, have you found my mother?" An An is really smarter than the average child.
Bessie¡¯s words made An An realize something.
Bessie shook her head, "No."
She denied it.
She didn¡¯t want to give An An hope and disappoint him again.
after all.
His mother will not come back to them.
"I thought auntie had found my mother." An An was a little disappointed.
It¡¯s just a little bit of loss.
It seems that I no longer have such a big obsession with finding my mother.
Probably.
got used to.
He then said, "Auntie, if you find my mother, can you help me bring her a message?"
Bessie looked at An An.
"Please help me tell my mother that our whole family is waiting for her to come back." An An's serious look seemed very sincere, "I hope she can go home soon."
Bessie¡¯s eyes turned red.
The sudden emotion made her unable to control herself.
"Auntie?" An An saw Bessie's eyes red, and she was a little frightened at that moment, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Is the wound painful? Do you want me to call the doctor?"
"No." Bessie smiled and found an excuse. "I just suddenly thought of my parents too."
"I know that auntie is an orphan." An An said quickly, "I heard it from my godmother."
Xia Qiqi told An An everything.
I have to say it too.
She was very grateful to Xia Qiqi for taking care of An An.
For so many years, I have been taking care of it so much.
Treat him as your own child and treat him as a friend.
At least it can make up for it a little bit.
An An¡¯s missing maternal love.
"Auntie, don't be sad." An An took the initiative to comfort her, "When you and Uncle Doyle get married, you have a baby, and you become a mother, you won't feel lonely anymore."
"Who told you that you won't be lonely when you become a mother?" Bessie asked.
"My godmother said it." An An said honestly, "She said that when I become a father one day, I won't look for my mother."
The point of comforting people is always different from ordinary people.
Bessie said, "Auntie is not an orphan, so Auntie is not lonely."
An An was a little surprised.
When I was about to ask my question.
The door was suddenly opened, and a nurse appeared in Bessie's ward eagerly, "Miss Bessie, could you please go to Mr. Doyle's ward? Mr. Doyle suddenly lost control, and we didn't dare to get close. he."
Bessie was startled, and she quickly asked:??, "What's wrong with him?"
"I just suddenly lost control." The nurse quickly explained while helping Bessie sit in the wheelchair. "After breakfast today, Mr. Doyle was lying on the hospital bed watching TV. The fashion channel on the TV was broadcasting a live broadcast. Mr. Doyle was watching a catwalk very well and suddenly asked us to bring him a pen and paper. We didn¡¯t know what he was doing with the pen and paper, so we found it for him. Unexpectedly, after giving it to him, he Out of control."
The more the nurse spoke, the more frightened she became.
Bessie probably knew what was going on.
She said to An An and Qiqi, "You go to your father's ward first, and I'll leave for a while."
"Auntie, do you want me to accompany you?" An An asked worriedly.
¡°Obviously I feel like I¡¯m in danger.
"Need not."
Bessie left with the nurse without saying a word.
The two people walked to Doyle's ward.
Doyle¡¯s body is recovering very well. The doctor said that it will take at most a week to complete various physical examinations and if there are no abnormalities, he can be discharged from the hospital.
I didn¡¯t expect it.
Doyle exploded so quickly.
¡°In fact, based on Bessie¡¯s understanding of Doyle, his character would collapse sooner or later, but he didn¡¯t expect it to happen so quickly.
"Doyle!" Bessie called to him.
Watching him scatter things in the ward everywhere.
Except for the nurse who came to call her, the other nurse was so frightened by Doyle's sudden cruelty that she leaned against the corner and shivered.
Doyle heard Bessie's voice.
Stopped what he was doing.
At this moment, the doctor also rushed over quickly.
¡°I was also frightened when I saw Doyle¡¯s appearance.
Completely unclear.
At that moment, out of the doctor¡¯s instinct, he stepped forward to check on Doyle¡¯s condition.
"Don't come near me!" Doyle suddenly roared.
The doctor was startled.
Doyle was like an angry lion at the moment, very scary.
Bessie just looked at Doyle's right hand, which was bleeding from the self-mutilation.
She gritted her teeth and pushed the wheelchair in.
"Bessie, you go back first." Doyle said very restrainedly.
He didn¡¯t want Bessie to see such a miserable side of himself.
However.
He can't control himself.
When he watched a show, he suddenly had inspiration for the design. He asked the nurse to find him banknotes, but his hand could not even hold the pen.
Not to mention, do some refined design.
And hecan't accept such an incompetent self!
It was also at that moment.
The collapse he had been trying so hard to hold back for so long completely broke out.
In fact, he always thought that he was okay.
He didn¡¯t believe it at all when the doctor said he couldn¡¯t use his right hand.
He is determined that he can still engage in design.
But the moment he couldn¡¯t even hold the pen, he collapsed.
Reality forced him to admit that he had become a useless person! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com