Chapter 913

I gently sighed and did not say anything else.

Theo was about to get up from the bed, which startled me, so I hurriedly shouted, "Don’t move

around!”

He froze. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll help you." I lifted the covers and bent down to take out a pair of slippers from the cab.

After helping him into the bathroom, I reached out to help him take off his pants, but he stopped me.

"I can d o it myself."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

Theo nodded firmly. "I'm sure.”

"Okay, then." I let go of his hands. "Call me if you need any help.”

"Okay."

When I walked out of the bathroom, I shook my head and laughed. "He's actually shy?"

How rare!

When Theo came out of the bathroom, I helped him to the bed.

I told him to sleep, but he refused to close his eyes and kept moving around on the bed with his

brows tightly

furrowed. I thought about it and finally knew what was making him uncomfortable.

He was covered in the smell of medicine, and perhaps he was sweating, so his body felt sticky. This

was torment for a clean freak like him.

I helplessly smiled and went to the bathroom to soak a clean towel.

After coming out of the bathroom, I began to unbutton his hospital gown.

He froze before teasing, "Are you going to torture me when I'm already in this state?"

"What are you thinking about?" I glared at him. "I'm wiping your body."

"No need for that." He refused very quickly.

I raised my brows. "You feel uncomfortable, no?"

Theo sighed helplessly. "I'll feel like a paralyzed person who needs your help with everything."

I ignored him and unbuttoned his hospital gown anyway.

When I wiped his body, I saw his eyes squeeze shut. I thought he was sleeping at first, but when I

saw the sweat seeping from his forehead, I realized he was not actually asleep.

My hand was suddenly pressed down by him. Our eyes met. His pupils were too deep and dark.

We were both silent for a long time, and I was eventually the one who spoke first, "Theo, I'm your

wife. It's my duty to take care of you. When we grow old one day and become ill, we have to take

care of each other. You can't be the only one taking care of m e, okay?"

He looked at me with a deep gaze. Only after a long time did he let go of me.

The doctor said that Theo could only eat liquid foods now. Petra happened to send some soup over,

hence I did not have to go down and buy any.

I served a bowl of soup from the thermos, blew on it, and fed it to Theo one spoonful at a time.

His arm was hurting so much that he did not have much of an appetite to eat, but he still could not

refuse the spoon I brought to his mouth every time.

I stopped feeding him only after he ate most of the bowl and did not want to eat anymore.

Petra did not leave and sat watching us in silence.

Now that I was done feeding Theo soup, Petra hurriedly got up and came over to serve another

bowl o f soup. She handed it to me. "You should drink some too."

I looked up at her, seeing the sadness and heartache i n her eyes. I took the bowl.

Theo fell asleep not long after. I had no appetite, so after taking a few sips, I could not drink

anymore.

When Petra saw me putting down the bowl, she quickly said, "Have some more. How else will you

find the strength to take care of him?" I figured she was right and forced myself to take a few more

sips before setting the bowl down. I really could not eat anymore.

She got up to clean up, and when she was done, she looked at me with a heartbreaking expression.

She said, "You must take care of yourself."

I glanced at her and felt a little stifled. I could not help but ask, "What were you thinking when you

abandoned me last time?"

The topic was a little abrupt. Over the years, I would tell others that I was okay with not having

parents and I did not need them. However, every time I saw others hugging their parents and acting

like a baby with them, I would still get envious. Afraid that others would notice my envy, I would

normally be afraid to dart another glance.

Petra did not answer and merely wept sadly.

I said, "I wrote an essay when I was in fifth grade. The title of the essay was 'My Mother’. I grew up

as a pretty good writer, so the teacher signed up for a town competition and my essay received an

award. Mother was so happy when she learned about it. She wanted t o read it but I didn't show it to

her. I wanted to burn that essay but couldn’t bring myself to do it."

When I saw her wiping her tears, I sighed. "It was because the essay wasn't about her but the

mother who abandoned me. That essay was all about my fantasies about my real mother like what

she would have been like, and if she hadn't abandoned me, where would I be living? Would she be

the same as my adoptive mother?"

After a pause, I continued, "I've thought about what you looked like many times but certainly not

about the way you are now. There wasn't the beauty and warmth I expected, nor did you bring

goodness and joy -just endless trials and tribulations, as well as sufferings."

After listening to my words, Petra finally broke down crying. "I'm sorry, Wanda. I was wrong. Can

you give m e one more chance? I’ll work hard and be the mother you imagined me to be, okay?"

I felt a little heartbroken. This was the person I had been thinking of all day and night as a child.

Only after growing up did I realize that maybe some people were best suited to live in my memories

to preserve m y good impression of them.

I grabbed a tissue for her. "When Mother was still alive, she told me that no matter how dark the

road ahead is, my heart must be full of light. If you hadn't brought this darkness to me, my heart

would still be full of light. That's why I fled to Zenon. Over the course of three years there, I thought

about many things. Although I can't understand how you can be so cruel t o others, I understand

your love for your child. Hence, I can't bring myself to resent you.”

The world was full of imperfections. Petra and

Grayson were not horrible people, nor were they good people. It depended on which side one

looked at.

In fact, I was considered lucky because at least they were not like Elena's parents, who had zero

love for their children. I had Theo's sincerity too.

Humans must not be too selfish or we would never be happy.

Petra held my hand and wailed, "I know it's been hard for you all these years. We’ll finish the rest of

the journey with you. As long as you don’t push us away, we'll always be here."

I pursed my lips and smiled slightly. I said while looking at her, “Thank you."

She froze a little, then cried even harder. However, this time, she smiled.

I figured it was necessary to let go. I did not want to turn into someone like Mason who was

swallowed by hatred and eventually turned into a demon.

The so-called letting go should not be whitewashed. Instead, even after peeling the wounds open,

one should still believe in a promising future. 1