Natasha’s pov
Winson said, “We can expose the existence of that child. If Eric intends to press the news, it will prove that Eric is friendly to that child.
On the contrary, if Eric is indifferent and allows the news to enlarge, or if Eric wants to target the child, then the child is threatening to Eric. ”
“No way.”
“What’s the matter, Natasha, do you have any scruples about this?”
“If this is good for Eric, isn’t it unnecessary to expose the existence of the child?”
“Moreover, the child is not at fault. He is so young that he should not become a chip for adult intrigue. ”
Children… have always been the weakness of mothers
Winson nodded
Just… “I’d better continue to ask Philip to check the whereabouts of the child. Phiona is right. If she wants to do it again later, with the child in our hands, she at least dare not act rashly.”
If the child is the illegitimate son of Phiona and the enemy of Eric, Eric is really behind the scenes. Knowing the child’s whereabouts may also save the child’s life.
Less than half an hour later, Murphy and Elsa came.
Elsa’s eyes were red and swollen. she was crying.
I think they have already met Edmond.
Elsa went to the table, took out the lunch box, and said in a warm voice, “Winson, I just went to see Edmond, so I came a little late, you must be hungry.”
Winson’s eyes fell in the direction of Elsa. “Auntie, I’m not hungry yet. Are you… all right?”
Elsa choked, “It’s all right.”
Murphy came over, hugged her shoulder, and said in a low voice, “Well, we just agreed. It was the child who asked for it. Let him learn a lesson. It would be worthwhile if we could exchange a son who went back to the right way.”
Elsa was sad, but she also understood that Edmond’s willful behavior destroyed not only herself.
Edmond is still alive, but what about Winson?
Winson doesn’t have much time now… I nodded: “I just think of the disability on his hand and the mental illness he is suffering from…”: “Mom, take care of Winson for dinner first, and I will go out for a walk with my father.”
Elsa responded, calmed down for a while, and bent over to take out the food in the incubator
I took Murphy’s arm and went out of the ward together.
The two men didn’t go downstairs. They were at the window at the end of the corridor.
I worried and asked, “Dad, when you went to see my brother, did you meet a psychologist? What did the doctor say?”
Murphy closed his eyes and sighed when she mentioned this.
“Your brother’s mental illness will be better for a while. He is not only extremely afraid of what he has experienced, but also… Next, he may have to rely on diapers for a long time. The doctor asked his family to take care of him carefully to prevent his emotional polarization.”
“What is emotional polarization?”
Murphy sighed: “There are two opposites of emotions. Either, they can’t get out of fear, which leads to negative depression, which leads to world-worthiness and suicide.
Or, it is because of everything that has been endured, it becomes irritable, and wants to revenge or seek psychological comfort by hurting others. ”
I frowned. “Is it so serious?”
Murphy nodded.
When he went to see Edmond with Elsa, Edmond was just a little excited and wanted to apologize for the phone call he was forced to make to himself on the day of my engagement, but ended up wetting his pants
Murphy felt a pang of sadness when she thought of his collapse and crying.
I was distressed to see my father’s sad face.
I went forward and hugged Murphy: “Dad, everything will be over. I have obtained the evidence of the attempted murder of Phiona’s hired murderer. I will definitely avenge for my brother, you and my mother.”
Murphy nodded and said in a mournful voice, “OK, OK.”
… The father and daughter stayed outside for more than ten minutes.
When they returned, Elsa was feeding Winson himself.
I didn’t want to make my mother tired, so I went forward to take the bowl and said, “Mom, let me do it.”
Elsa handed me the bowl and spoon and said, “Winson’s appetite is better these days than the previous few days.”
Winson’s lips slightly raised: “It’s aunt’s cooking skill is good.”
This sentence relieved Elsa’s heavy mood.
“You have learned to boast.”
I was also surprised. Winson has never been a sweet mouth.
It’s not like him to hear him flatter like this.
Winson said in a warm voice, “Auntie, what I said is true. Although I have poor vision, my taste and smell have become extremely sensitive.”
Elsa nodded: “Well, since you like to eat, I’ll make it for you every day.”
I thought Elsa had to take care of Edmond. Just as she was about to say something, Winson said, “No, aunt, you can’t eat too much. Next, let Philip take care of my food. Take care of Edmond at ease.”
Murphy said, “In the future, We will send someone to send the soup your aunt cooks and let Natasha take care of you. In this way, we will feel at ease.”
I stared at Winson without saying anything.
But Winson seemed to be very happy and said, “Well, it’s still tiring aunt.”
I put a mouthful of soup into his mouth.
I didn’t realize that he was so talkative before.
After dinner in the evening, Philip would like to wash Winson’s body seriously.
I went out.
After cleaning, Philip called me.
I just returned to the ward.
When I came back, Philip had been disbanded by Winson.
When I closed the door of the ward, Winson asked in a low voice, “Natasha, you are back.”
I didn’t think much about it. I said “Well,” and walked to the bathroom.
As usual, I pulled up the curtain on the door of the ward and then entered the bathroom.
After I took a bath, I came out wrapped in a bath towel. As I walked, I rubbed myself dry, untied the bath towel, and changed my pajamas.
Because I didn’t look at Winson’s direction, I naturally didn’t find that Winson was staring at me with a straight hook at the moment and was stunned
Winson’s eyes were locked on me unconsciously.
Just now, when Philip helped him, he suddenly regained his vision.
Winson didn’t think it would be like this.
He swallowed his saliva unconsciously.
This heart, somehow, is surging
I put on my pajamas, sat sideways on the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and was about to take care of my face when I looked at Winson.
The moment when the two eyes are on each other.
Winson quickly looked away.
Winson’s eyes have always been without focus, but just now, how do I feel that they seem to be…?
I suspiciously picked up the toner and began to wipe my face.
Winson’s eyes turned.
He turned his head and looked at me. The light under his eyebrow looked at me gently, and called out: “Natasha…” I looked up at him.
This time, it won’t be wrong.