Chapter 378: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 378

Chapter 378

Camila’s Suspicion Camila was prepared to inject another needle into Brian's arm. She looked at

Silas for his help to fold Brian's sleeve up by a notch. Silas paused for a while and walked toward

Brian to fold his sleeve, revealing a long, albeit shallow, cut. This startled Camila “How did you get

this?" Before Silas could explain, Brian answered, “Some burglar broke into my house last night,

guess that's how I got it.” Camila contemplated but refrained from asking further. Now she knew

why Silas refused to let him carry anything when they ascended the floor-he knew he was injured.

With all that had happened, Carnila’s suspicions grew bigger as to the fact that there was something

behind why Silas abandoned his mother and brother back then.

She applied the last needle onto Brian and stood up. “Alright, we will remove the needles twenty

minutes later. Until then, do not move” She then rested on the couch opposite the room. Silas sat

beside her and asked, “Are you tired? Would you like a massage?” Camila threw him a stare. “I'd be

fine if you'd annoy me less.” Silas chuckled. “When have I annoyed you?” Camila scoffed lightly,

“Just a while ago Just because you didn't say it out loud, it doesn't mean I don't know you were

making fun of me!” Upon hearing that, Silas failed to hold back any longer. Besides, recalling the

dumplings Camila made earlier in the evening only tickled him further. He tried hard to wipe the

grin off his face, but Camila caught it right away, and she angrily pointed at him “Look at you; you're

laughing again!” Silas gave up and let out a loud giggle, but before Camila could get angry, he

pulled her into his arms and comforted her, “No, no, no. I was just laughing at how adorable you

are.” Camila pouted her lips. “Yeah, right. You were just laughing at me.” “I wasn't” Silas swore.

“Everyone's got something they're good and bad at. Look at how good you are at designing

clothes, and acupuncture; I'm not good at those. So what if you can't cook well? It's the boyfriend's

job to cook, and the girlfriend's job to eat. As for making dumplings, we can do it together if you

know how to, or I could do it all myself. You don’t have to worry.” Such soothing words, which

sounded not much different from a confession, consoled Camila.

On the other hand, Brian's face lit up. He thought he would feel jealous looking at

them, but he did not. He was rather glad to see the smiles on their faces. This was the outcome he

had hoped for. Twenty minutes passed, and Camila removed the needles. Silas asked, “If we see the

effects tomorrow, does that mean you are able to treat him?” Camila said, “Theoretically, yes. That

just proves my diagnosis.” Silas asked again, “How long will this treatment take, then?” Camila

answered, “Brian's situation is quite serious, even if I treat him, it'd take at least half a month of

continuous acupuncture treatment, with supplementary medication.” Silas ieplied, “Okay.” He then

turned to Brian. “Do you feel anything?” Brian replied, “Not much.” In truth, he did feel something

different. He had been feeling clouded and groggy for quite some time, but after the treatment, his

mind felt unexpectedly clear and focused again. He dared not reveal it, for fear that it was only This

own imagination. Silas comforted him, “lis just the start After all, you've had this condition for so

many years; it's not something we can fix in a short while.”

Both men hung out at the Brooklyn Residence until 11.00PM before Brian decided to leave. As Silas

escorted Brian to the entrance, he asked, “Do you need me to arrange for someone to send you

back?” Brian scoffed, “Don't think I'd forgive you just because you saved me a few times.” Silas was

speechless. “Fine. As you wish!" Brian ignored him and walked out. Two steps later, he stopped and

replied, “If you don't treat her right, I'll take her away from you.”