Chapter 34: It's better not to be contacted alive or dead
<Chapter>Chapter 34 Buddy Edric (2) </Chapter>
Without looking up, Aaron asked indifferently, "You're not suggesting these are my kids, are you?"
"That'd be impossible."
Edric replaced the frame, "I know you keep yourself pure, Aaron. Other than that woman I pushed on you four years back, you haven't touched another."
Aaron's face chilled at the memory.
"Cut it out with the jokes."
Edric's grin was mischievous.
"Hey, I'm looking out for you. A guy in his twenties who has never indulged—wouldn't that have people in stitches?" He paused, teasingly adding, "But really, the taste of a woman can be quite delightful, right?"
With a flash, Aaron sent the book flying towards him, his gaze ice cold.
Yet his mind involuntarily drifted to that night four years ago.
That experience was indeed something to savor.
Edric picked the book up, laughing, his eyes once again brushing over the photo.
"Aaron, you sure these children aren't Lucas's?"
Snapping back to the present, Aaron's eyes settled on the three little faces and he uttered, "They're not."
"They do resemble your brother quite a bit. You don’t think he might have sown some wild oats out there, do you?"
At these words, Aaron's expression darkened, "Don't make wild guesses!"
He really hoped Nora had nothing to do with his family.
"Jeez, I was just saying. Why so tense?"
Edric laughed unabashedly.
Aaron said nothing, but suddenly felt a twinge of discomfort in his stomach.
"Help me to the bathroom."
"Why?"
"To use it. What else?"
"You're kidding me. You want me to escort you to the bathroom?"
Edric burst out jokingly as he pushed Aaron into the bathroom.
After heaving Aaron onto the toilet, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Aaron, you've got to lay off the burgers or something. I feel for Nora, even if it was just a second."
Aaron remained silent, a soft light flickering in his eyes.
"That Nora, saving your butt without expecting anything in return. She's a real beauty—inside and out," Edric said with a glint of interest in his eyes.
Aaron shot him a look, "Keep your thoughts to yourself."
Edric raised an eyebrow, smirking provocatively, "Oh, a warning, huh? Got a little crush, do you?"
"I don't share your... eclectic tastes."
"Since when do I have 'eclectic' tastes?"
"Every single day."
"Please, Aaron, I've never played nursemaid before."
"Don't make it sound so gross."
"Ah, come on. What could be grosser than dealing with your mess?"
Listening to Edric's chatter, a sudden longing for Nora crept into Aaron's heart.
Although she was a bit fierce, nobody took care of people quite like her—she definitely captured his affection.
Outside the school.
Three little ones trotted out, led by their teacher.
"Samantha's Mom, the kids did great. Just wait for the school's notice, okay?" the teacher praised.
Nora thanked her with a smile and took the little troopers' hands to leave with Jenny.
"Mommy, that ugly kid cried during the interview! He was scared to start school," Samantha said, poking fun.
Nora glanced back and saw Lucas talking to a teacher while Becky comforted her sniffling son.
"Samantha, we don't call others 'ugly'. You'd be scared too in a strange place without your brothers, wouldn't you?" Nora explained gently.
She wasn't fond of the adults, but the child was innocent.
One must keep a kind heart.
Samantha tilted her head, digesting her mother's words with a naive nod.
"The interviews are done. Should we take the kids out to celebrate?" Jenny suggested, ushering the children into the car.
Nora checked her watch, "Can't. I've got to take care of Thomas back at the house."
What if Thomas needed the bathroom?
"That guy's lucky to have you caring for him," Jenny joked as they got into the car.
Nora thought of his words and chuckled, "He said he's my guardian angel."
Jenny's eyes danced, "That's true! Ever since he showed up, that absurd rule got nixed."
Nora sighed, deciding not to argue.
Samantha piped up, "Godmother, Mr. Thomas is so cool..."
She spilled the beans to Jenny about everything that had happened over the past few days.
Jenny listened intently, chuckling, "Wow, now I'm really curious to see this mystery man. What does he look like?"
Nora glanced at her son, "Take a look at Alex and Billy; he vaguely resembles them."
Jenny's eyes widened in surprise, "No way, what a coincidence! Fate works in mysterious ways! Nora, since he doesn't have his memory, why not keep him after you’ve cured him, make him the man of the house?"
Nora was speechless.
In the distance, Lucas watched the car speed away, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
How could she leave him and seem to live so freely and carelessly?
"Lucas, what are you staring at? Let's get a move on, your son is freaked out," Becky snapped, noticing Lucas gazing after Nora’s car.
Lucas looked at his son, irritation flickering in his eyes.
"Is it really that big of a deal? Look at those triplets—so well-behaved and bright. Unlike you, you're crying shamelessly."
Becky glared at him, her voice rising sharply.
"Lucas, what are you trying to say? Our son is priceless. How can you even compare him with those three bastards?"
"Stop calling them bastards, will you? Look how Nora raises her kids. Your coddling is what's made our son this useless!"
"Lucas, are we really doing this again? Huh? Is it because you don’t want to divorce that wretched woman?"
"Shut it, do you have to make a scene in front of our son?"
Their argument frightened the little boy who burst into tears once again.
"Dad, Mommy, please don't fight!"
At Central Hospital, Martha sat by the bed, pushing her sunglasses up and wiping tears from her eyes.
"Mr. Wyat, you nearly scared me to death. What were you thinking, going out driving on your own like that? If something had happened to you, I couldn't bear to go on."
Mr. Wyat, the elderly man whom Nora had saved, seemed to be in decent spirits. "I'm alright, aren't I? Dr. Sun, I’ll have to properly thank him when I get the chance."
Martha just nodded and wiped another tear from her eye.
Mr. Wyat looked at her, "Ali, why on earth are you wearing sunglasses indoors?"
Martha's voice was laced with hurt, "I have a bruise on my face, didn't want to scare you."
"A bruise? How did that happen?" Mr. Wyat's brows furrowed in concern.
"It was Charles who hit me."
Slowly, Martha removed her sunglasses, revealing a purple bruise around her eye.
Mr. Wyat's expression darkened, "He dared to hit you? Why would he do that?"
Martha's eyes flashed with distress as she lamented, "Isn't it all because of Nora? She's always resented me for taking her mother's place. So, when she came back, she started to drive a wedge between Charles and me, even demanding that he divorce me. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be out on the streets by now."
Mr. Wyat squinted his wise, old eyes and said, "That ignorant child has no idea what she's up against. Don't worry, I'll teach her a lesson."
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