Chapter 71 Teaching a Lesson to a Bad Woman
Gabriel had to go to the company as he couldn't be by Sam's side 24/7.
So, during the day, he asked Tiffany to stay here and watch over Sam.
After his father left, Sam's heart gradually closed off.
He didn't like hospitals because his mommy passed away after giving birth to him there.
The little child curled up on the bed with blue and white stripes, while outside, the weather was gloomy, and a cold north wind blew.
As the city of B entered winter, there was already a faint feeling of chill in the air.
The flowers, plants, and trees all turned yellow, and leaves fell, requiring sweeping three or four times a day.
Tiffany admired the scenery of the autumn and winter seasons, then turned around with a smile on her face.
But that smile resembled a chilling devil, and she approached Sam step by step like an evil spirit.
Sam's small body trembled slightly.
Tiffany sat down by the bed, reaching out with her slender, manicured nails that seemed like the fangs of a demon to Sam.
She grabbed Sam's delicate wrist.
"What are you afraid of? Mrs. Foster won't eat you."
Sam stared at the bedsheets.
"You are not being obedient, getting close to that woman, Sophia. As a result, your father dislikes her so much. If you keep getting close to her, your father will dislike you too."
"Do you want your father to dislike you?"
Her seemingly kind concern was actually a veiled threat.
Sam continued to stare at the bedsheets, showing no reaction, but Tiffany knew he could hear her.
"You're sick, seriously sick. Your father is very worried about you. He didn't eat all day yesterday, and his stomach acted up again."
She reached out to touch Sam's head, gently stroking it.
"You used to be such a good child. Recently, have you learned bad things from someone else?"
"Why did you go to the amusement park? It's so messy and easy to get bullied."
"It's because you're not obedient that your father has to worry about you."
Sam thought about how his illness made his father worry so much. Yesterday, his father's stomach growled from hunger.
Was he wrong?
Tiffany chose her words to criticize Sam carefully, making him feel guilty inside.
The two little ones unintentionally overheard the conversation outside.
They clenched their small fists in anger.
Emma was so furious that she wanted to storm in and scold that woman, but Ethan held her back.
The two little ones waited until Tiffany left the sickroom after taking a phone call before they opened the door and went in.
Sam was already lying down, his eyes tightly shut. His eyelashes lightly trembled like a fan, and his face was pale like paper, without a hint of color. His frail body curled up into a small ball under the covers.
It was his extreme lack of security that caused him to coil up in a position resembling being in the womb.
"Sam," Emma gently shook him.
Sam heard Emma's voice and immediately opened his eyes. A glint of surprise flashed through his dark pupils, but it disappeared in an instant.
Emma knew that he had been affected by that bad woman's words and hastily told him,
"Don't listen to that bad woman. She's talking nonsense."
With a serious face, Emma said, "She's brainwashing you."
Sam was confused.
Ethan explained, "It means she's making you believe that everything you do is wrong, crushing your confidence."
"It's not your fault for getting sick. Our mommy worries about us when we're sick, but people can't avoid getting sick."
Sam quietly listened to Ethan saying things that were completely opposite to Mrs. Foster.
"Our mommy worries about us and takes care of us, but when mommy gets sick, we worry about her too. Mommy never sees us as a burden."
"We may not have a daddy, but we have a very strong mommy."
"Don't avoid my mommy. She really likes you, and she's much better than Mrs. Foster." Emma spoke angrily, advocating for her own mommy.
Sam widened his eyes in disbelief.
Could he consider someone else's mommy as his own?
Ethan nodded earnestly, kneeling by the bedside, and looking into his little brother's confused eyes.
"If you consider our mommy as your mommy, then you'll have a mommy and never have to deal with that bad woman again."
Sam gestured, "But daddy likes Mrs. Foster."
Emma wanted to say that daddy was a bad person, but she held back.
In Sam's heart, their daddy held an important place.
"Do you like her?" Ethan asked.
Sam shook his head.
"If you don't like her, then don't let her be your mommy. Just secretly be my mommy's son from now on."
Could it really be like that?
With Ethan and Emma by his side, Sam was no longer afraid.
Even the fear from the encounter with Tiffany disappeared without a trace.
Ethan and Emma were like little suns illuminating Sam's heart.
He estimated that Mrs. Foster would be back soon.
He needed to get Ethan and Emma away quickly.
"Don't let Mrs. Foster find you; she'll hurt you." Sam was very worried.
Ethan and Emma, however, weren't afraid.
"Don't be scared. Both your big brother and I are strong and will protect you."
"If she says anything strange next time, don't believe her." Ethan advised.
Sam nodded solemnly.
Emma's eyes lit up, and an idea popped into her mind.
"Sam, watch this. I'm going to teach that bad woman a lesson."
Ethan didn't understand yet, but Emma had already run outside.
In no time, she returned with a bottle of cleaning agent and poured a lot of it at the entrance. Emma stepped on it and slid smoothly. It was fantastic.
"Sam, start pretending to sleep now. Ethan and I will leave first."
Ethan understood what Emma was doing.
He gently touched Sam's head, showing the warmth of an older brother.
"If you have any questions, message me. Remember, don't let her confuse you."
"I and Emma will stay with you all the time, helping you,"
Sam nodded obediently and surprisingly uttered a "Hmm."
Ethan and Emma's eyes lit up with excitement.
Today, their younger brother spoke a word!
The two little ones left the ward, and Sam obediently began pretending to sleep.
Not long after, Tiffany returned, her high heels making a loud "click-clack" on the quiet VIP ward's tiled floor.
The door was pushed open as Tiffany entered, in a good mood.
However, the next second, a scream pierced through the tranquil ward.
"Ah..."
Ethan and Emma, hiding near the staircase, covered their mouths and giggled, giving each other a high-five before happily heading home.
Mrs. Lancaster happened to come out of the elevator at that moment, and this scream almost deafened her ears.
If she heard correctly, it was Tiffany's voice, right?
Madam urged, "Quickly push me over to take a look."
Her voice carried a hint of excitement.
Tiffany, in a disheveled state, propped herself up on the door frame, but her feet slipped, almost causing her to fall again.
Sitting on her bottom, she got dirtied as well.
A burst of laughter could be heard, and Tiffany, who thought nobody saw, suddenly felt embarrassed and turned around, glaring at the person who was laughing at her.
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