Nancy gently rubbed Bobby's head and said, "Yes. Bobby is a good boy too."
"Listen, you two better be on your best behavior while I'm gone. That means no fighting," Nancy tried to warn them as sternly as she could. After all, she had no idea about what to say in situations like these. So, that was her idea of strict parenting.
"Okay, Mommy. Don't you worry, I will take good care of Daddy," said Bobby as he particularly emphasized the word, Daddy. As expected of the little genius, his target hit the mark. The remark was triumphant in making Nadia sad.
"I'm leaving. Don't cause any ruckus here," said Nancy as she went out and closed the gate softly on her exit.
"Daddy, does it still hurt?" asked Bobby as he proudly made his way towards Charles. Bobby felt slightly complacent, knowing that not only did he have a Mommy, but he also had a Daddy.
While Nadia only had a Mommy. To Bobby, it was a simple game of numbers.
"No," said Charles as he was quite aware of what was going in his son's mind. Not allowing a single grimace of pain on his face, Charles waved at Nadia and said, "Nadia, why don't you come here and join me?"
Nadia, like a scared little rabbit, stared a
ack to the kindergarten. She was in the same class as Bobby.
Nancy reminded them again and again that they should take care of each other. They shouldn't fight each other as they were siblings now.
Bobby nodded, holding Nadia's hand. Then they walked into the kindergarten together.
Whenever Nancy looked at the two little kid's back, she would feel a certain warmth in her heart.
She would always have the same thought. If Bobby and Nadia could remain as happy as they were now, she would have no concerns all her life
On that day, Nancy and the children were not in the hospital. Jay walked in.
He looked a little tired.
"What's wrong?" Sitting in his wheelchair, Charles was reading some documents. He raised his eyes and glanced at Jay, who looked listless.
It wasn't like the usual Jay.
What was he usually like?
He was a man who loved to play with different kinds of women.
He would make sure that he was neat and attractive every day.
But now, he could no longer think about other women. He had his mind on only one woman—Doris.
However, it seemed that Doris was not interested in him, which made him woebegone.
Jay even began to doubt his own charm.