Chapter 128 Mom
Around noon, George finally called back, sounding all flirty. "What's up? Miss me already after just one morning?"
Truth was, he was the one dying to see Emma and going crazy with longing.
He was desperate to see that face so much like Emma's, but he was scared. Scared of seeing fear and disgust on Isabella's face.
Emma was fuming at George's words. Lucas was barely hanging on in the hospital, and here he was, still flirting.
Emma shot back sarcastically, "Mr. Russell, I wish you'd remember you have a son in the hospital! He's Anna's kid, the woman you supposedly love. Are you really going to ignore him? Or is he just a prop in your love story?"
Emma's words hit George like a bucket of cold water. He quickly had his driver take him to the hospital, only to find out Lucas had already been moved.
After George identified himself, he got an earful from the medical staff.
"Are you really Lucas's dad? I've never seen a father so irresponsible. Ms. Taylor isn't even related to Lucas but she's done everything. She stayed overnight, moved him this morning, and has been handling all his affairs. But you? Do you know how many times we called you?"
A young nurse tried to stop her, tugging at her sleeve.
After George left, the young nurse said, "Do you know who that was? That's George Russell. You really laid into him. What if he retaliates?"
The previously bold nurse now looked a bit scared. She was still an intern and hadn't gotten used to seeing kids so sick. Lucas was clearly in pain but didn't make a sound. He didn't even look for comfort from his parents when getting an injection. Turned out, even rich kids had it rough.
George rushed to Happy Hearts Kids Clinic. As he opened the door, he was immediately struck by the heartwarming scene inside.
Emma was sitting by the bed, gently feeding Lucas. Lucas looked tired but there was a hint of warmth on his face. Emma softly said, "Lucas, try this; it's really good for you."
She scooped up some oatmeal and brought it to Lucas's mouth.
Lucas frowned a bit, but with Emma's gentle encouragement, he opened his mouth and ate the spoonful.
A satisfied smile spread across Emma's face, her eyes full of care and love. She gently stroked Lucas's hair and whispered, "Good job. Keep it up."
Seeing this scene filled George with a mix of warmth and sorrow. He stood at the door, quietly watching. Emma's gentleness and care made him realize how important she was to Lucas. Right now, she seemed like a safe haven, giving Lucas all the security he needed.
This was a kind of motherly love he had never seen in Anna. Sometimes, George even wondered if Anna was really Lucas's mother.
"Lucas, after you finish eating, we'll go for a check-up, okay?" Emma continued. Lucas nodded, showing a faint smile.
But as soon as Lucas saw George, his smile disappeared. His face turned blank, with a hint of fear. Emma felt Lucas's body tremble slightly.
George walked up, not noticing, his eyes on Lucas, feeling a sense of relief. Lucas seemed to be doing better under Emma's care.
"Thank you," George said sincerely.
Emma didn't respond. She thought George should apologize to Lucas instead of thanking her.
Whether it was the conflict between Anna and Emma or George's indecision between the two, the one who got hurt the most was always Lucas. He was always the one ignored by everyone.
Lucas should be cherished and adored, like the brightest and most treasured gem.
"You don't need to thank me. Just take good care of Lucas from now on. Now that you're here, I should go." Emma put down the bowl, and Lucas suddenly became anxious. "Mom, Mom, don't go."
"What?" Emma didn't react immediately.
"Sorry, Isabella, I know I said the wrong thing." Lucas became more nervous, lowering his head, with big tears falling on the bed.
Emma suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She gently hugged Lucas's small body. "Don't cry, Lucas."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have fought with Seraphine for you, but I really want you to be my mom. Sorry, Isabella, I'm a bad kid. Leave me alone. You can lock me up." Lucas mumbled between sobs.
Emma's heart ached. She couldn't explain why, attributing it to a mother's instinct to protect a child.
"No, Lucas, I won't lock you up. I'll take good care of you. Don't cry, okay? If you cry, you'll become ugly and won't be a hero anymore."
Lucas suddenly looked up, his tear-filled eyes staring at Emma, then he wiped away his tears with his hands. "I won't cry. I'm a little hero! When I grow up, I'll protect you and Seraphine!"
"Good boy," Emma said, tapping Lucas's nose and wiping away his tears. "Then you have to take your medicine, eat well, get better. When you grow tall and strong, you can protect me and Seraphine, right?"
"Yes! I'll eat now!" Lucas picked up the bowl and started eating heartily.
'I will grow up to be strong!' he thought.
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