Chapter 502 Sleepless

"Rat-a-tat!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, pulling him back from his wandering thoughts. Terence raised his hand and touched his face. He didn't know when he burst into tears.

He took a deep breath and wiped his tears. He looked up at the ceiling, calmed down and said slowly.

"Come in!"

Thomas, who was waiting quietly at the door, slowly pushed the door in when he heard the sound. He held a glass of warm water and a pill in the other hand.

"Dad, I have brought your medicine here."

Hearing his childish voice, Terence smiled bitterly. He closed the file and bent over to look at Thomas' red eyes, like a rabbit's.

"Why did Thomas become a rabbit?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed on his face. Thomas looked at him with flickering eyes. The corners of his mouth had been moving for a long time, but he was unable to say a complete sentence in the end.

"My eyes are red because of dust."

"Huh!"

Terence chuckled and took the water from his hand to eat the pills. He put the pill into his mouth, took a sip of water and sent it in.

Looking up at Thomas' red eyes, he felt both funny and heartbroken. Terence still remembered that when he cried and called his mother, he just said a few words casually at that time but Thomas kept them in mind.

He was not as naughty as other children at such a young age. He wouldn't cry even if he fell down. Tears were welling up in Terence's eyes. When he looked at Thomas, his heart would almost melt.

"It's right for a child to be naughty. Thomas, you don't have to force yourself not to cry like this."

"I can't cry, or my mother won't like me."

He looked up into Terence's eyes and said firmly. Thomas had always believed that Hester would come back one day, as long as he was obedient.

"Dad, the children in the kindergarten always said that I was a child without a mother. Every day, the driver will pick me up, but they are picked up by their parents."

Although he knew the reason, he still couldn't help asking. After all, he was only a three-year-ol

uld completely let go of the past few days after she came back.

She didn't want to be slapped in the face when she was relaxed. And it was in the way of sweet dream, deeply piercing into her heart.

"Hester, it's been three years. Haven't you really made any progress?"

She smiled with self-mockery and fell weakly on the bed. She curled up, with tears on the sheet.

On the early morning of the second day, Hester stood in front of the mirror and patted her pale and colorless face with a helpless sigh. Every time she didn't sleep well, she couldn't hide it anymore, which really made her headache.

Hester washed her face with a faint blush. She smiled at herself in the mirror with satisfaction and finally became energetic. Then she turned around and went downstairs with her handbag.

"Good morning, Brother Austin!"

She greeted him with full vital energy and sat at the table, waiting for breakfast quietly with a smile on her face.

Putting the hot milk in front of her, Austin looked at her gently. There was a flash of thought in his eyes, but it was too fast to grasp.

"You should go to file a case today, right?"

Hester nodded obediently, her mouth stuffed with bread, and she barely swallowed a mouthful of milk.

"Yes! I've collected almost all the information about this case. We'll change the strategy after the court session."