Richie held the quilt tightly, but the tiredness and pale look on his face made his mother more worried. After all, he was her son. How could she not know her son's thoughts? The more he tried to hide, the more trouble he would have!
"Richie, let me have a look at you!" Without any hesitation, his mother pulled the quilt off her son.
"Ouch!" The pain in his back forced Richie to snort. He sighed in his heart, and finally couldn't stop his mother's love for him!
The wound on his body, which hadn't been treated yet, was pulled back by his mother, and blood began to gurgle out again.
That was enough!
Tears welled up in her eyes. Looking at her son's paler face, she couldn't help complaining about her impulse just now. "Richie, how did you get the wound? Why didn't you tell me and your father? And where is the first aid kit? "
As she spoke, she followed her son's instructions and picked up the first aid kit hidden under the bed. She didn't forget to nag, "You're so seriously injured, but you still hide it from me and your father. Do you really want to piss us off?" She helped her son lie down slowly and began to clean his wound with tears in her eyes.
"Mom, it's just a slight wound. Don't worry. Your son is tough. How could he be hurt?" Hearing his mother's worried and angry voice, Richie couldn't help but criticize in his heart, "To be honest, if you saw me just be injured, would you be worried to death directly?"
He said in a careless tone, as if he was not the one who cried out in pain just now!
This was because the mother was worried about the son's safety, but also because the son didn't want his parents to worry about him?
As a mother who knew her child's character, Wendy applied medicine to Richie's wound bit by bit and wrapped him with thick bandage, so that he wouldn't touch the wound when he slept at night.
"It's just a slight wound?" "How did you get hurt?" s
, lost her virginity, broke up with his lover, got pregnant, was forced to get married, was abducted, had a difficult labour, and the baby was stolen...
It felt like ten years or twenty years had passed. But it was only one year... It was only one year.
A bitter smile appeared on Consuela's face. She was afraid that no one could be more unlucky than her.
"Baby, my baby, I will protect you and won't let anyone hurt you!" Consuela tightened her strength on the baby. 'What Cassie said was right. Since they had hurt me so much, even they were close to me, I couldn't forgive them!'
A determined look flashed through Consuela's eyes. As long as she found out who the two persons were, the truth would be revealed!
At that time, whether it was true or not, there would be a result. She must find her child!
Thinking of this, she solved a hidden trouble in her heart, but she couldn't resist the sleepiness and went to bed with the child in her arms.
She was not the only one who had tossed and turned all night, and couldn't sleep well.
In the eyes of Johnson and Linda, Consuela's behavior was really strange and unusual.
In the past, no matter what happened, Consuela would not resist their words too much, let alone play a petty temper in front of them.