“What was it like to be born or after, anything you want to say?”
“…” Selina shook her head and opened her mouth to take a sip of millet porridge.
Because of the hemorrhage had, Selina can not drink chicken soup or something, afraid that the deficiency is not tonic, can only drink some porridge, she may not be so good this month.
“Haven’t seen the baby yet, right? Although wrinkled, I think he looks a little more like you.”
Selina still shakes her head.
Blanca Roach is the only one in the room talking, and she seems a bit noisy compared to the two bores.
“I took a picture of you, take a look.”
Blanca Roach handed her the phone and Selina took it, her frail and pale face showing no emotion.
But if one were to pay closer attention, one would definitely notice the light flickering under her eyes, happy to see the little life she had given birth to.
Charles White lifted his hand to help Selina to hang the hair between her forehead and behind her ear.
Selina didn’t duck away, maybe she wasn’t in the mood, maybe she didn’t have the strength.
“I’m sorry.” Charles White opened his mouth and the first sentence was a surprising apology.
Eyelashes subconsciously tremble gently, Selina again heartbeat away, hard: “Can you go out?”
“Yes, if you don’t want to see me, I’ll go.”
Charles White obediently left the ward.
If Peter Murray had seen this scene he would have covered his face and growled.
That’s not how he was taught, he was taught to be more than gentle, he was taught to be a real pussy!
Apparently Charles White has only learned to be gentle and submissive, but not to be a cheeky retort.
Selina just had a baby, this extraordinarily need to feel safe, how can he leave ah! Of course, he had to stay with a good face.
Unfortunately, he left and the door was quietly closed.
Selina closed her eyes, tears flowing uncontrollably down her face.
Blanca Roach panicked, pulling out tissues to wipe her tears, her hands fumbling.
“Don’t, don’t cry. You can’t cry at this time. I heard from the old people that crying when you’ve just had a baby will hurt your eyes.”
“My heart is so confused, Blanca, I don’t want to cry, but I can’t help myself.”
As Charles White fixed her hair, her heart trembled more strongly than every time he came near.
“Your mouth is tougher, your heart doesn’t lie.”
Blanca Roach saw the situation better than anyone, whether it was Elizabeth Harris and Peter Murray or Selina and Charles White.
“Ask your heart, do you really want to leave Charles White?”
“…” Selina didn’t know how to answer, all she could think about was the bloody scenes she saw today, Charles White was like a demon, impossible to get close to.
“You don’t want to leave him at all, you just have a nagging feeling in your heart that you won’t let yourself go. If you really don’t want to see him, why are you crying when he’s gone? It’s because you’re speaking out of turn and against your heart!”
Blanca Roach, while enlightening her and keeping Selina awake, had to wipe her tears and coax her.
“Think about it, stop running away from this, stop crying now, hurting your eyes is a lifelong thing.”
Selina’s emotions were hard to calm and easy to break down, it took a long time to stop crying, Blanca Roach fed her a few mouthfuls of porridge, probably too tired, and she fell asleep after a while.
The White family’s maid aunt took over Blanca Roach’s care of Selina. Blanca Roach left the ward and found that Charles White had not left.
He was still sitting in the row chair, motionless, like a stone.
This fool!
Blanca Roach wanted to slap him, how could he be so unenlightened.
“This is a time when you need company, don’t leave her again, get along, talk it out, this is your chance to make up.”