Chapter 589 How Did You Get Hurt （1）

Looking at the dishes of desserts neatly placed on the coffee table, Richie twitched the corners of his mouth. He was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to talk. What he could do was only to smile weakly.

It was said that the mother could feel the pain of the son. Wendy had just put the scented tea in front of Richie, and when she looked up, she saw the bloodiness on his face, and the smile on his face was stiff. She asked in a low voice, "Richie, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with you? "

Although he didn't want to hide his injury, he didn't want to delay his work. He shook his head and the pain was eased for a while. "I'm fine, mom. I just haven't slept well these days and I'm a little tired. Don't worry."

It was obvious that Wendy didn't believe what Richie said. If he was only a little tired, how could his face look as pale as flour? It was clear that he was lying to her.

Since her son didn't want to talk about it, Wendy stopped digging further. After all, everyone knew that the most important thing for now was to get the baby back and how could they get Consuela back.

"Richie, I went to the Xia Clan's house with your father yesterday. We also saw Consuela. But..." Wendy cast a glance at Carter, who didn't look unusual. So she continued, "But, Consuela didn't want to come back with us. We have talked a lot, but she didn't..."

"If she can easily come back with you, she won't be Consuela." Richie said with a smile. His pale lips looked bloodless.

He wasn't sure how much he knew about Consuela, but since they had known each other for a long time, he knew clearly how stubborn this stubborn woman was. She looked like a weak woman who was going through the hardship herself, but in fact, she was as stubborn as a donkey.

Besides, no matter how hard they tried to pull her back, she would never be pulled back as long as she was determined.

There were so many mis

e you still looking pale?" Wendy murmured, "Richie, do you have a fever?"

As she said, she reached out her hand, trying to feel the temperature of his forehead, but before she could reach him, he grabbed her hand and said, "Mom, I'm really fine. I have something important to do tomorrow morning. I'll go back to my room and have a rest."

Richie didn't have any strength at the moment. The excessive movement made his skin covered wound ooze with body fluid, and now he was in urgent need of taking off his clothes. Once his back and the clothes stuck together, the place where the skin graft was made might be contaminated, which was likely to cause infection.

Richie stood up shakily, even his steps were smaller than usual, which puzzled Wendy. She followed him secretly into the room, and she flashed in before the door was closed.

"Richie, are you hiding something from me? Look at you, if it's only because you didn't sleep well, how can it be so wrong?" Wendy said seriously, "If there is something wrong with you, just tell mom. Don't take it by yourself. What if something is really wrong with you?"

"I know, mom. Don't worry. I'm just too sleepy and want to sleep for a while. I still have something important to do tomorrow morning." Richie nodded with a tired smile.