Not long after, a doctor came to call Archer to see the lab data.
He got up and said to Stella, “You just go around first. I will tell them and let them bring the boy down
later when he is done with his treatment.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
After he left, she sat in the sofa for a while and then walked around the house since Clarence had not
come back yet.
Behind the house, there was a large garden.
She went into the garden and felt a cool breeze with the fresh smell of flowers and plants.
This was indeed a better place to live than the city.
After standing for a while, she found a bench and sat down, staring into the distance.
Soon someone approached her and sat next to her.
She thought it was Clarence and subconsciously turned her head and said, “You…”
When she saw the person’s face, she froze at first and then exclaimed in surprise, “Ms. Anderson.”
It was Dolores Anderson. “You have been sitting here for a while. What are you thinking about?”
Stella looked ahead again with her eyelashes slightly drooping. “Nothing. I just got caught up in my
head.”
“Are you still worried about the child?” Dolores asked.
“I know he is fine here with you and Archer. And he is slowly recovering. I just feel… that I haven’t
fulfilled my duty as a mother since he was born. I spent little time with him and I could not do anything
with his illness,” Stella replied.
Dolores replied, “He was born prematurely and since then he has been in a dismal condition. And
before things got any better, something unexpected happened. But Stella, these are not your fault. I
had always wanted to tell you this but didn't have an opportunity.”
She added, “I know you had a hard time carrying this child and suffered a lot, but you did your best as
a mother to give birth to him in such a difficult situation instead of giving him up. We all want our child
to be born healthy and grow up peacefully, but there are always some people who try to ruin our life. If
someone is to blame, it is the fault of Clarence and me. We should not have kept it from you, and you,
as the mother of the child, have the right to know.”
Stella stared at her toes and murmured, “I thought the same thing before, but later I also understood
that in a situation like that, it might not be good for him if I knew the child’s existence. I wasn't able to
take care of him back then. So Clarence was right.”
Dolores sighed and gently patted her shoulder. “Since things are in the past, you should stop thinking
about it. The future will only get better from now on.”
Stella let out a breath. Yes, the worst days had passed, and the situation was looking up.
Her child was getting better and healthier day by day.
Thinking about this, she turned her head and smiled at Dolores. “Thank you, Ms. Anderson.”
“No need to thank me. As long as you don’t blame me, it’s enough for me.”
Stella hugged Dolores' arm and said with a pout, “You raised my child up into a chubby little meatball.
How can I blame you? I don’t even know how to express my thanks enough.”
Dolores laughed, took her hand and looked away.
When Clarence walked to the garden, he saw them sitting together and chatting happily.
He did not go near but leaned on the porch with a slight smile, his lips curled up.
After some time, he felt some weight on his leg with a soft nudge.
He looked down and saw a little boy who could barely walk steadily hugging his leg. So he squatted
down and scratched the baby’s chin. “Do you know me, little thing?”
The little boy was obviously a bit scared by him, looking at him with his big watery eyes and taking two
steps backward clumsily. With his mouth pouting, it seemed that he could cry out immediately.
Clarence said, “No crying.”
The boy seemed to have understood, sobbing and looking at him with an aggrieved face.
Clarence glanced towards Stella and Dolores and lowered his voice, “If you cry, I will be miserable
later.”
The little boy seemed no longer interested in him and wanted to go to the garden.
But he fell on the ground after taking two or three steps. Without crying, he simply turned his head to
look at Clarence.
The female doctor who sent him over wanted to go forward to help, but was stopped by Archer who
followed behind.
He said, “There is nothing we can do here, so go do something else.”
Clarence squatted in front the child and said, “Get up on your own.”
The little guy got up from the ground quickly, and after taking a wobbly step, he looked at Clarence
again, his eyelashes fluttering.
Clarence understood his meaning. “Do you want me to take you there?”
The little one waved his hand and mumbled some vague syllables, probably agreeing to his words.
Clarence gave a small smile and said, “Call me.”
The boy tilted his head, not understanding what he was saying.
Clarence slowly repeated, “Call me daddy.”
Just as he finished speaking, the boy narrowed his eyes and clapped his little hands, showing two cute
little teeth. “Da…Da…”
Clarence was satisfied. “Not bad. You are more obedient than your mother.”
After that, he took the boy in his arms with one hand and walked into the garden.
Stella was chatting with Dolores and suddenly notice a shadow cast down next to her.
She looked up and instantly saw an adorable little face.
She immediately smiled with sparkled eyes, reaching out her hands.
The little guy also stretched out his hands towards her and leaned forward, getting into her arms.
The moment she hugged him, she felt that the empty space in her heart was finally filled.
Her child had grown a lot taller and heavier.
Seeing this, Dolores got up and said, “It’s getting late. You two have a rest here. I will go make dinner.
What do you want to eat?”
Stella hugged the boy while saying, “Anything is fine.”
Dolores then looked at Clarence who also replied, “Me too.”
"Alright then."
After Dolores left, Clarence sat next to Stella and asked, “What were you talking about just now?”
She replied, “We are talking bad things about you.”
He got speechless for a moment and then said slowly, “No wonder you are so happy.”
She smiled slightly and looked at the little guy in her arms. “Baby, do you still recognize Mommy?”
The boy grabbed a strand of her hair with a happy smile. “Ma…Ma…”
Clarence asked on the side, “What about me?”
The boy looked at him pouting and turned his head away to the other side.
Clarence was simply speechless.
The boy was exactly like his mother! So unpredictable!
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