Chapter 62: Sorry, as a repayment, I'll take good care of your mother

Chapter 62: Sorry, as a repayment, I'll take good care of your mother

Chapter 62: Sorry, as a repayment, I’ll take good care of your mother

“Happy birthday, Ryan! Look what I brought you.” Ethan said, sitting in his wheelchair, holding a shopping bag.

“Man, Ethan, you shouldn’t have brought anything,” Ryan said with a resigned smile, taking the shopping bag from him. He opened it to find six comic books.Thê source of this conte/nt n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

“Love of a Widow,” “Lonely Weekends of a Mature Woman”...

Ryan’s mouth twitched. “What on earth are these?”

Ethan chuckled awkwardly, “You’re always buried in those serious novels. Thought you might enjoy some comics to relax a bit.”

“Sorry, I didn’t have any spare cash, so I could only afford some discounted adult comics.”

Ryan paused, feeling a pang of guilt. “Damn, I really should’ve...” He held the comics carefully. “I’ll make sure to read them.”

“Good,” Ethan nodded, knowing full well he wasn’t short on cash. These comics definitely had another purpose.

“Ethan, thanks a lot. Let’s have some cake,” Mrs. Miller said as she walked into the room with a small cake in her hands.

“Sure,” Ethan replied with a bright smile. “I’ll light the candles.”

Mrs. Miller took out the candles, watching her son and this young boy getting along so well, feeling both relieved and conflicted.

After that last absurd suggestion, Ethan hadn’t brought it up again, which caught her off guard.

It seemed like Ethan’s intentions were as pure as he claimed, just wanting to ease Ryan’s pain.

“Mrs. Miller, could you turn off the lights?” Ethan said with a smile.

“Sure.” Sofia gathered her thoughts and turned off the lights.

“Happy Birthday to you~” Ethan started singing, and Ryan joined in. As they reached the part where you make a wish, Ryan glanced at his mother.

Sofia, watching her son, caught the look.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of making love with Ethan, just to give her son some peace. That sudden glance made her think of Ethan’s words.

“Ryan has been in a lot of pain, just putting on a brave face so you wouldn’t worry.”

Could it be that her son’s wish was truly for her to find happiness?

“I hope mom stays healthy,” Ryan wished silently, then blew out the candles.

“Is it already time for the teacher qualification exam?” Ethan walked over to his bed and lay down. “If Auntie passes and I get better, she might end up being my teacher.”

“Yeah, that could happen. Get well soon,” Blair replied, lying back on his bed and playing with his phone.

“I better complete my mission soon,” Ethan muttered to himself.

The next day, Ethan visited Ryan’s hospital room as usual.

“Ethan, do you think older women can really find happiness? Or is marriage that important?” Ryan asked, flipping through the comics Ethan had brought, feeling oddly empathetic.

“Well, good people exist at every age, right?” Ethan smiled. “Imagine, getting older and knowing someone is waiting for you at home. That must give you more hope.”

Ryan was silent. He knew that once he was gone, his mother would truly be alone.

Just the thought of that scenario filled him with immense guilt—it was all because of him.

“Is it really because of me? Because of me, my mother can’t find happiness?”

“I don’t know,” Ethan shook his head. “But I think, Aunt Sofia loves you, she puts you above herself. That’s what mothers do.”

“Ah,” Ryan put down the comic and sighed deeply.

Ethan felt quite shameless, exploiting the love between this mother and son.

“Sorry, as a repayment, I’ll take good care of your mother.”

That was his goal, to manipulate Ryan’s perceptions.

Since Ryan usually just read books and couldn’t go out much, with limited exposure to the outside world, it was easy for Ethan to reinforce certain ideas under his deliberate guidance.

Like the idea that his mother was rejecting happiness just to take care of him.

A woman needs a good husband to be happy in the future.

Ryan also hoped that after he was gone, his mom would have someone to rely on.

Originally, these thoughts were just in his mind, but under Ethan’s deliberate influence, he had come to believe that his mother was refusing happiness because of him.

That evening.

“Mom,” Ryan suddenly said, looking at his mother. “If possible, I hope you can remarry. After all, dad has been gone for many years.”