Chapter 420 Harold Has an Illegitimate Child
Cynthia helped Dylan back to his hospital room. The IV drip had a sedative, so he knocked out pretty quick after hitting the bed.
Earlier, Dylan had wandered off while Cynthia was away, so now she wasn't about to leave his side for even a second.
When Amelia showed up with some grub for Cynthia, she finally got up and stretched. Man, it looked like she'd aged a decade in just a few days.
Amelia remembered the first time she met Cynthia; she was all dolled up and classy. But ever since Dylan got admitted, she hadn't even left to change clothes.
Amelia stood across from Cynthia and gently suggested, "Mrs. Kingsley, you should head home and crash tonight. I'll watch over Dylan. I'll leave once you're back."
Being a mom herself, Amelia totally got where Cynthia was coming from. Dylan was her only kid, and Harold was still fuming over that video. He hadn't even bothered to check on Dylan.
Cynthia shook her head, looking all determined. "Nope. I'm not going anywhere. A nurse brought me some toiletries, so I can manage." With Dylan in this state, she couldn't relax.
Amelia bit her lip and softly urged, "You should talk to Mr. Kingsley. Dylan needs his family now. If Mr. Kingsley doesn't show up, Dylan's gonna be tough."
Cynthia listened, looking torn. She bit her lip, glanced at Dylan on the bed, and whispered, "I've tried. But he won't come to the hospital."
Cynthia took Amelia's hand and led her out of Dylan's room. At the door, Cynthia's eyes welled up, and she said with difficulty, "Harold has an illegitimate kid. After finding out about Dylan's orientation, he told me about the other kid."
Her lips trembled, and her voice was low, filled with a heavy sob.
Amelia's expression shifted. No wonder Harold hadn't shown up. He had another focus, so he didn't care about Dylan anymore.
Now, Dylan was the one getting ditched. First by Ken, then by his dad.
Amelia felt a lump in her throat. She'd known Dylan for three years, and seeing him go through this was tough.
Cynthia sobbed quietly but quickly wiped her tears. She forced a smile and said, "Don't tell Dylan. I'll handle it. Harold might've given up on him, but I can't. Dylan's still my son. Once he's a bit better, I'll take him away from Kasfee, maybe to a small town or even abroad. Nothing's more important than Dylan."
Her eyes sparkled with tears as she spoke.
Amelia hadn't realized how much Cynthia had been through. If it weren't for Dylan, she might've already broken down.
Amelia nodded seriously, "Mrs. Kingsley, don't worry. I won't say a word."
Cynthia nodded in relief and headed back to Dylan's room.
Frederick swung by to pick up Amelia from work with Anna in tow. As soon as Amelia hopped in the car, she said, "Mrs. Kingsley didn't bring any clothes to the hospital. I'm gonna hit the mall and grab her a couple of outfits and some toiletries."
She paused, remembering how Frederick had once gotten the wrong idea about her and Dylan. Not wanting to stir up any jealousy, she glanced at him and added, "Is that cool with you?"
Frederick looked at her serious face and chuckled. "You've already decided. If I say no, wouldn't that just start a fight? I'm not that petty."
He reached over to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and then told Felix, "Take us to the nearest mall."
Felix nodded and drove off.
At the mall, Amelia picked out a couple of simple outfits for Cynthia and grabbed some toiletries. After paying, they headed back to the hospital.
Frederick carried Anna in one arm, leaving his other hand free to carry the bags. Once Felix parked, he quickly took the items from Frederick.
Dylan had woken up and managed to eat a little earlier.
When Frederick and Amelia walked into his room, Dylan's eyes darted away, feeling too guilty to face Frederick.
Cynthia looked at Frederick with some nervousness and quickly said, "Frederick, it wasn't Dylan's idea to release Anna's photo that day. It was me..."
Before she could finish, Frederick cut her off calmly. "Aunt Cynthia, it's in the past."
Cynthia had thought Frederick was there to confront Dylan about the photo. She still remembered Frederick's furious attack on Dylan, and Dylan's face was still bruised.
Hearing Frederick's words, Cynthia felt a huge sense of relief, and her eyes welled up.
Seeing that Frederick wasn't holding a grudge, Dylan finally dared to look up at him and apologized. "I'm sorry, Frederick. I was really messed up at the time."
Frederick's face stayed calm. He replied, "Let's not dwell on the past. Focus on getting better and getting out of here soon."
Hearing this, Dylan lowered his head in shame.
Anna, in Frederick's arms, looked at Dylan's bruised face with concern. She looked at Dylan, then at Frederick, and asked, "What happened to Uncle Dylan's face?"
Frederick gently replied, "Uncle Dylan is sick."
Anna nodded thoughtfully with an "Oh," and squirmed to get down. Frederick hesitated but eventually let her go, bending down to set her on the floor.
As soon as her feet hit the ground, Anna darted over to Dylan's bedside and grabbed his hand with her tiny fingers. "Uncle Dylan, you have to take your medicine," she insisted. "Only then can you play with me."
Dylan's eyes immediately filled with tears. The memory rushed back to him. It was the same thing he had said to Anna in Fondaniss. Now, hearing those words from her was like a bittersweet echo of the past. He hadn't expected Anna to mirror his own words back to him now.
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