Chapter 1156
Fiona and Darwin strolled back to the parking lot, cruising past the park entrance. Not many folks around this time.
Fiona thought about checking out that thorny spot to verify Darwin's words, but she ditched the idea since Darwin was tagging along.
As Fiona hopped into the car, her phone buzzed with a message from Hubert: [Got a big research meeting for the next two days. I'll hit you up when I'm done.]
Fiona shot back a quick. [Okay.]
She turned to Darwin and said, "Dr. Hubert's tied up for the next couple of days. Once he's free, I'll take you to his temporary clinic."
Darwin remembered what the other Darwin had said. "It's hard to say which one of us is the real Darwin."
He nodded, looking like he was making a big call. "Fiona," he said softly.
"Yeah?" Fiona replied, eyes on the road.
"If I turn back into the person I used to be, you should leave me," Darwin said slowly.
Fiona was stunned. "What did you just say?"
Darwin's face got more serious. "If I become that person again, don't stick around. Just take Charles and Chicago and leave me."
"You won't go back to being that person," Fiona said, keeping her cool. "We won't be separated."
Darwin looked at her, emotions swirling.
"Don't overthink it. You just got some PTSD. Who ditches their loved one just 'cause they're sick? Once you bounce back, everything will be chill," Fiona reassured him.
"Okay," Darwin agreed.
Since the park was a trek and traffic was a pain, Fiona and Darwin decided to grab Charles and Chicago from school together. Darwin hadn't seen them in two days.
Chicago spotted him from a distance and bolted over, leaping into his arms. "Daddy, are you done with work?"
"Yep," Darwin said, holding her tight. "Did you have a good day?"
Chicago hugged his neck. "I was happy, but now that you and Mommy are here, I'm even happier!"
Fiona watched them and shook her head. "We need to pick up Charles. Chicago, hop down."
Chicago obediently got down. The crowd was buzzing as she held Darwin's hand, chatting about her day. Darwin listened closely.
Out of nowhere, he noticed a kid covered in wounds, dressed in rags, standing at the edge of the crowd, looking at him with sad eyes.
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