Chapter 89 Motherhood is Tough
"And you wouldn't believe it—several doctors attended to Angie with such care. She was able to get all her tests done right here in the room. It really saved us a lot of hassle."
Eula gently touched Angie's forehead, which was warm but not worryingly so. After hearing Mary’s explanation, she figured out what had happened.
Rooms like this typically were out of reach for an average person, and even if she could afford such a fancy room, Eula wouldn't dream of having Angie stay in it.
"Mary, why don't you take Dewitt and Rodolfo back home? It's late, and they need their rest," Eula suggested.
Then, turning her gaze, she saw her two boys chatting and high-fiving with Judson. Despite their previous cold treatment of him when he visited their home—going as far as to get him drunk—their attitude had completely changed today. Perhaps the boys realized he had something to do with the smooth experience Angie had at the hospital.
Mary called out to him, "Mr. Nash, you made it."
With him present, Mary felt at ease; finally, there was a man in the house, suggesting there was nothing to fear, even on a late-night hospital visit.
Judson nodded slightly, "Mary, the driver’s waiting downstairs. You guys head on out, and I'll bring Angie back after she finishes her treatment."
Mary smiled and nodded, "Alright then, we'll head off."
Dewitt and Rodolfo gave Eula an encouraging thumbs-up, which totally flustered her.
Once Mary and the boys left, the room fell quiet. Angie continued sleeping, peaceful and without a hint of discomfort.
Eula turned to him and said, "Thank you for tonight, Judson."
Judson sat down beside the bed and gently caressed Angie’s cheek, finding her plump face endearing. "Does she get sick often?"
Eula gave a slight nod. "She's been more delicate than her brothers since birth, always crying and difficult to care for. She gets sick a lot, and it has scared me to death on several occasions, so I get anxious whenever she falls ill."
Judson could see the worry in her, offering a faint smile of understanding. "And the father of the children?"
Even if they weren't together, he should be providing support. What kind of man would leave a woman to struggle on her own?
Eula shook her head. "They don't have a father."
There was more to the story, but Eula preferred to hold back. After all, even she had trouble distinguishing whether it had been reality or a dream.
Although now she was certain it was real, where was that man? If he had intended to take responsibility, he would have appeared by now, sparing her the search.
She was convinced he had to be a playboy, one who never wants to deal with the consequences.
And to think, it was Kristina and her daughter who had interfered—would they ever set her up with a decent man? Not a chance.
Judson could tell she wasn't keen on discussing the father of her child, so he let it be.
A while later, the doctor came in to update them on Angie's condition—it was just the flu, nothing serious.
When the doctor left, the hospital room fell silent again.
It suddenly struck Eula that it was nearly midnight. Finishing the treatment would take them well into the night—how could she let him stay this long?
"Judson, there are still three more hours. You should head home!" she said.
"I've got a million things to do, and I can't afford to owe you more. My finances are already stretched thin as it is."
Judson gazed at her with his deep eyes, seeing nothing but exhaustion on her face. Being a mother truly wasn’t easy.
“Eula, no matter what happens, you can count on me. I'll be there to help.”
