Amber Mitchell looked at the little one. He looked pale, but he was in good spirits. His fingers were flexible as he built the toy. She could tell he enjoyed building toys like this.
When the two of them came to the little oneâs bedside, he stopped and looked at them. Of course, the little oneâs eyes were mainly focused on Amber Mitchellâs face.
The eyes similar to George Gregoryâs narrowed slightly as if they were sizing up Amber Mitchell or were thinking of something.
The little one suddenly said, âI know you! Youâre Mommyâs mentally ill sister!â
A weird atmosphere filled the air as soon as he said that.
George Gregory immediately said, âWho told you sheâs mentally ill? Sheâs not! When you were in a coma, she was the one who saved you by donating her blood. Sheâs donating her blood to you again for your full-body transfusion treatment the day after tomorrow!â
âI donât want her blood. Mommy said sheâs not a good person. Sheâs a bad person. She harmed Grandpa, Grandma, and Mommy! Whereâs Mommy? Why hasnât Mommy come to see me?â Simon exclaimed.
Although Louise Mitchell was not close to Simon, it was childrenâs nature to want to be close to their mothers.
George Gregoryâs thin lips were almost pressed into a line. âDonât mention your⦠mommy again! And this woman before you has never harmed anyone!â
âI want to talk about Mommy. I donât want this woman to save me. I want Mommy to save me! Whereâs Mommy? I want to see Mommy!â Simon tried to get down from the hospital bed.
His sonâs mentions of âMommyâ only made George Gregory more awkward.
It reminded him of how stupid he was to believe Louise Mitchell and not compare her DNA with the child.
If he had done that one extra step, Louise Mitchell would not have been able to deceive him for so many years. He and Amber Mitchell might not have ended up like this.
âThatâs enough. Stop asking for that woman. She canât save you at all!â George Gregory scolded.
However, the little one threw a tantrum and shouted even louder, âMommy, Mommy!â
George Gregory raised his hand and was about to hit his son, but Amber Mitchell grabbed his hand.
âThereâs nothing wrong with a child wanting to see his mother. If anything, itâs the adults who are in the wrong.â
As she spoke, she leaned closer to the little one while half bending down. Her eyes were almost level with the little boysâ
in front of her.
He was her son with her genes and the same blood type. The boyâs appearance was a mix of hers and George Gregoryâs. The outline of his face, eyebrows, and lips were similar to hers.
âLouise Mitchellâs blood canât save you, so you need my blood to save you,â Amber Mitchell said with a calmness in her gentle voice. âYou can only do whatever you want and see whoever you want after you recover.
Otherwise, you can only lay in the hospital bed all day doing nothing!â
Simon stared at Amber Mitchell and suddenly asked, âAre you trying to steal Daddy by saving me?â
The little one must have heard rumors even in the hospital, so he reacted strongly against Amber Mitchell from the beginning.
George Gregoryâs expression froze instantly, and he looked at Amber Mitchell nervously.
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