Chapter 235 A Match
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It's the third time that he flinches from pain while bringing the fork to his mouth. Yes, he is home, although I don't have an idea when he returned last night.
But, in the morning surprisingly he shows up at the breakfast table and from 6 breakfast, now his sister, Anna, has also begun to have her breakfast at 8 with the kids.
We all sit together as though we are a big great family, but we aren't.
We avoid looking at each other and conversation never exists between us.
"What's wrong, Andrew?" Anna, his sister asks, definitely only a fool would not notice his injured hand.
"Nothing Ann," He shrugs emotionlessly.
"Did you hurt your hand?" She inquires and he nods, from the corner of my eyes I notice his gaze shifting to me and I shift in my seat feeling uneasy.
"How, so?" Anna again questions and before he would answer, she holds her hand and my heart skips a beat in an instant.
F**k…
"Someone…" She begins and then looking at the kids she stops abruptly, and then demands in a low voice, "Who?"
Woah…
I suck in a breath, he is going to take my name, and then definitely his sister will start a ruckus in the house.
Great.
Should I leave the mansion with Cyrus right now? But, Aaron's appointment is today, how could I ignore it?
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Andrew's reply to her, "I hurt myself, accidentally." The way he adds the word accidentally, I breathe a sigh of relief.
"I don't believe it, these are…" She keeps bickering but Andrew just waves his hand in response stopping her in the midway.
"It's nothing, Ann."
Yes, it's nothing. Next time, if you both try to harm me I will chop both of your necks, hopefully.
I snort in my mind and Andrew's gaze immediately flew to me meeting my gaze, and hurriedly I look away, feeling unnecessary guilt.
Whatever you did was right… He deserves it.
A small voice in me tries to pacify my guilty heart.
After breakfast, we head out to the hospital. Today, Andrew drives the car and I have no choice but to sit in the front seat, as Miss Martha is also accompanying us and before even asking, she assumes that I will sit in the front and take the back seat beforehand.
Didn't she know that I and Andrew are not a normal couple at all?
Well… Well… I don't want to dwell on this topic and get into a heated argument with Andrew as I quietly take my seat in the passenger's seat and he drives away.
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"It's a match." With a soft smile on his face, the doctor reveals and I look at him dumbfounded.
"Seriously?"
He raises his brow at me, replying in a kind of sarcastic way, "Seriously."
"So, when should we opt for the surgery?" Andrew asks him eagerly, he looks happier. I know he has been stressed because of Aaron's health for a long time.
"Well, I need to run a few tests, and then if everything goes well, hopefully, I will schedule a day this week." The doctor picks up his book and starts noting down something, his tone turning professional and straight.
Andrew then opens his mouth to say something but closes it, he then turns to me, "Could you check on the kids? Maybe Cyrus will be needing you." He says and at the mention of Cyrus, I worriedly get up and leave the doctor's office.
As expected, Cyrus was sitting with a dull face, his lips in an angry pout.
"What happened?" I ask Miss Martha while my eyes stay on Cyrus.
"The nurse just came to draw the blood." Miss Martha replies in a low voice and I frown, so that's the reason.
"He let her?" I raise my brow.
"Uhmm…" Miss Martha shakes her head, "So, they haven't drawn the blood yet?" I ask.
And Miss Martha again shakes her head looking helpless.
"Cyrus." I call him out but he turns his head away unhappily, "Hospital is bad… I don't want to stay here." He looks fussy and even his eyes started to well up with tears.
"If you don't help Aaron, then who else will help?" I ask him, holding him in my arms.
"Aaron… He needs my help?" He looks up at me and I could see the tears in the corner of his eyes hanging.
"Yes, Aaron is sick and if you help him, then he could get better… And guess what, then you and Aaron no one needs to come back here at all." I tell him cheerfully and he blinks his eyes letting the tears fall which he wipes away in excitement.
"Really? We will never come back here." He exclaims.
"Uhmm… Yes, after the surgery was done, only then." I tell him and his face turns pale, as he gasps in fear, "Surgery? Are they going to cut me, Mommy?" He asks childishly and I shake my head.
"No… No… they will do nothing harmful. I will stay with you all the time, don't worry." I tell him as I put him in my lap and start rocking him back and forth.
His little chubby body starts to relax in my arms while I start to caress his hair, "Cyrus is a brave boy, right?"
"Mmm… Hmmm…" He nods his head and I sigh. "Everything is going to be fine." I kiss his forehead, tightening my hold on him. He feels so petrified by the name of the surgery I wonder how Aaron would be able to go through this.
At that time, I hope Andrew and his sister, Anna would be with him as his support. Somehow I feel guilty for being unaware of my second son's existence and even now I keep thinking of flying away with Cyrus without considering Aaron's health and his emotions.
Why have I become so cruel towards my own son? Before, I was never like this.
But before you weren't even betrayed by the man you loved the most.
My subconscious yells and my heart tightens remembering the old painful memories, I still have a scar on my body that keeps reminding me of my near-death experience while delivering my sons.
KNOCK … KNOCK …
My trail of thoughts gets interrupted and I look up to see Andrew and the doctor entering the ward together. "Let me handle this, Mrs. Jack." He acknowledges me for the very first time and I look at him mutely.
What did he just call me?
Mrs. Jack, wife of Andrew Jack.
Yucckkk…
I would love to hear this identity before his betrayal but now his name joins me and gives me a sense of complete disgust. Only disgust.
He takes Cyrus from my arms very gently and then as usual gestures for me and Andrew to leave, time to be patient parents.
I and Andrew walk outside but instead of watching Cyrus this time, I question Andrew, "Where is Aaron?"
"He is in another room," He replies plainly.
"Take me there," I ask and he does.
I enter the other room or I say the ward and Aaron don't look petrified nor grumpy. He looks unusually calm because I guess he is used to hospital visits.
A tube in his hand makes me worried as I turn to Andrew, "He's dehydrated. That's a dextrose solution. It's normal, nothing to worry about." He assures me and I sigh in relief.
"Aaron." Calling him out, I sit beside him and immediately he snuggles into my arms, "Is Cyrus okay, Mommy?" He asked me.
"Yes, absolutely." I give him a wide smile.
"He hates hospitals but because of me," He looks guilty and then stops, hugging me tightly, "Don't leave me because of this."
Oh, boy.
My heart tightens from his words, I have already planned to leave you, Aaron.
Oh no, my guilt starts to get bigger making me suffocate, I want to tell him I won't but somehow a lump in my throat stings tightly and I couldn't utter a word.
"She won't leave you." Andrew comes over towering over us both. He keeps his one hand on my shoulder while the other is at Aaron's back giving him an assurance of safety.
Aaron sleeps in my arms and by the time we leave the ward Cyrus was also done giving his blood for more tests.
Andrew asks me to wait for a while and when he returns I don't see the kids and Miss Martha with him. "Where are the kids?" I question.
"I have sent them back home with Miss Martha." He replies and I look at him quizzically, "So, then why are we here?"
"I want to talk about something with you." He says and I frown unhappily, "We could have talked at home."
"No, we have to be alone." He says looking tense.
"I don't want to be alone with you," I tell him dismissively and then start walking away from him.
"There is no car." His voice comes from behind. "I'll look for the taxi, then."
"You are not carrying your purse." He reminds me and I halt my steps mid-way.
F**k
I'll just pay when I reach the mansion, I thought and just as I take a step out of the hospital it starts to snow heavily.
God. I stop abruptly, pulling my coat, why snow at this hour?
"You're not planning to walk out in that snow." A voice comes from behind me, and I scowl unhappily.
"Fine, let's talk." I turn to him swiftly and as he was standing too close we nearly bump into each other.
F**k.
"Not here," He says calmly.
"Where then?" I snap furiously, "Come," Turning, he starts to lead me the way and I start following him quietly. He passes many doors and then finally opens one for me to enter.
I hesitantly enter, being with him alone in a room is something I don't highly appreciate but still, do I have a choice?
"Yes, what is it?" I turn to him as he closes the door and then turns to look at me.
"Here." He hands me his phone and I take it with confusion, he wanted me to look at his phone.
I look down at his phone, and my eyes widened staring at the screen. I see a boy, his head shaved and he looks terribly sick. My eyes started to sting, my heart drops and then something hits me hard as the fury upsurged inside me.
I clench his phone tightly and then hold his collar furiously, "What have you done with my family?" I seethe.
