Chapter 90: Daddy
After hearing his words, Eula managed a smile.
"Judson, you've already been a huge help today, thank you!"
Judson showed no signs of departing. He lounged casually on the sofa, his penetrating gaze fixed on her.
"Just remember my generosity," he said.
Eula wondered to herself, could he be scheming to ask for more money? She felt a bit uneasy, but it didn’t seem right to push him away.
After all, she relied on him for her livelihood—if she didn’t play along, she could lose her job at the snap of his fingers.
Eula tucked Angie in and then took a seat beside her bed, watching over her daughter.
Judson sat there in silence, observing Eula's silhouette.
Time passed, and when Angie's treatment was finally done, it was past two in the morning. Eula yawned and pressed the call button.
The nurse arrived quickly, and her face turned a subtle shade of pink at the sight of the long-legged man sprawled out on the sofa. Any woman would find her pulse quickening in the presence of such a handsome man.
She handed over the medication to Eula.
"Here's Angie Lowe's medicine. Take it three times a day, after meals."
"Thank you! Do we have to come back tomorrow for another injection?" Eula asked, taking the medicine.
"Yes, she needs to have injections for three consecutive days," the nurse replied.
Eula nodded in acknowledgement, "Alright."
Before leaving, the nurse stole another glance at the attractive man on the sofa and then slowly exited the room.
Eula placed the medicine in her bag and bent down to pick up Angie.
Suddenly, a pair of well-defined hands grabbed her wrist, and a low, cool voice spoke, "I've got her."
Eula looked back at him and said, "That’s alright, I’m used to carrying her; she’s quite heavy."
How could she burden him with carrying her daughter? Even though Angie wasn't particularly heavy, holding her continuously was no easy feat.
But as her mother, she was accustomed to it—from infancy to her current age. And besides, Angie was a delicate child who disliked walking.
Judson flashed a wry smile, "Sure, I can carry you both."
After speaking, he pinched her waist playfully, "Wanna give it a shot?"
Flustered, Eula's cheeks turned a scarlet hue. What was he implying?
The thought of being wrapped in his arms alongside Angie was embarrassingly intimate – she was no child after all.
"No need, I'm well aware you're strong enough, let's leave it at that!"
Judson watched her blush deepen, her usually pale cheeks now tinged with color, only adding to her charm.
Lifting Angie in his arms, the little girl stirred and murmured, "Daddy…"
Hearing the word 'Daddy', Judson's lips curved into a slight smile. If he had a child this age, that's how they would call him too, wouldn't they?
Eula's heart twinged at the thought. Though her three children never spoke of searching for their father, she couldn't help but think of him, especially when she was sick. The saddest part was not knowing where he was, or even what he looked like. She felt like a complete failure as a mother.
She draped the small blanket from the hospital bed over Angie, probably left there by Mary and the others. Angie's large eyes fluttered open, looking at him groggily before tightening her grip around his neck.
"Daddy... stay with Angie always, okay?"
After a few sobs, she drifted back to sleep.
Stunned, Eula patted his back softly. "Sweet Angie, sleep well, we'll be home soon." Her voice would help her daughter feel more at peace while sleeping.
Seeing Eula's eyes well up, Judson shifted Angie to hold her with one arm and wrapped his other arm around Eula's shoulders.
