Prisci pressed her lips together, her smile tinged with bitterness, but in the end she chose the two items rmended by the shopkeeper.
The two of them entered the hospital.
Luciano’s son had been diagnosed with leukemia at birth and had been receiving treatment abroad. This time, they returned because there had been new advances in leukemia research in the country, and he wanted to try them for his child.
“Leukemia,” Prisci murmured, her eyes brimming with tears.
When they reached the door of the ward, she instinctively slowed her steps.
Eldridge, who had a good rtionship with Luciano, went straight in. “Luciano, I came to see Noah.”
“Ms. Wilburn is here too. She’s the one I mentioned to you
before.”
Luciano frowned. “Please ask Ms. Wilburn to leave. I don’t like bringing work matters in front of Noah.”
Prisci had been hesitating outside the door, but upon hearing this, afraid Luciano would drive her away, she immediately walked in.
Her gazended directly on the small figure lying in the hospital bed.
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Tears fell instantly.
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The child on the bed was thin and small, with sparse hair and a pale face. He was sitting up, looking at Prisci with wide, curious eyes.
Prisci’s heart ached, and she hurried over.
Eldridge took the things from her hands.
Prisci reached out, wanting to touch the child’s cheek, but
not knowing in what capacity she could do so, she forced herself to hold back.
Her eyes were red.
“Is your name Noah?” she asked gently in a low voice.
Luciano’s expression darkened. “Ms. Wilburn…”
“Mommy.” Noah Wilkinson opened his arms and rushed over.
Almost instantly, Prisci reached out and hugged him. “Noah.”
She burst into tears.
Eldridge was stunned and turned to Luciano. “You and Prisci, you two…”
Luciano rubbed his brow, walked over, and took his son from Prisci’s arms, cing him back on the bed.
“Noah, this is Prisci, not Mommy,” he exined patiently.
Noah blinked his big eyes, pouting in grievance. “She is Mommy.””
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He had secretly seen a photo of his mother, and thedy in front of him looked very much like her.
Prisci turned away to wipe her tears, her emotions gradually calming.
Luciano’s expression was icy. “Please leave.”
He was angry.
Eldridge awkwardly rubbed his nose and tried to pull Prisci
away.
Prisci was unwilling to leave. “I want to stay with Noah.”
Luciano said coldly, “In what capacity do you n to stay here? If I remember correctly, you are Wesley’s wife.”
Prisci was stunned.
That’s right, she was Wesley’s wife.
“I…”
“Prisci.”
Wesley, who had rushed over, interrupted Prisci.
His face was pale, and his tall figure seemed a bit frail.
The first thing he did after waking up was look for Prisci, only to learn that she had left in a hurry.
Thinking she might be in trouble, he had someone check her whereabouts.
It turned out she was with Luciano.
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Luciano nodded in greeting. “Mr. Carlton.”
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Wesley walked in, his gaze falling on Noah, shock flickering in his eyes.
He had always been sharp–eyed; with just one nce, he could see that the child resembled Prisci.
Was that… her child?
Instinctively, he gripped Prisci’s hand tightly, struggling to contain the pain churning inside him.
“What’s wrong with the child?” he asked.
Luciano remained silent, not answering.
Wesley nodded, then turned to his wife. “Shall we go?”
Prisci was reluctant to leave, but she knew she couldn’t stay any longer.
“Okay.”
She looked at Noah again. “Noah, goodbye.”
Noah’s eyes immediately filled with tears, his little mouth quivering. “Mommy.”
Prisci almost couldn’t help but turn back, but Wesley’s grip was too strong, pulling her back to reality.
She couldn’t afford to anger Wesley.
Once in the car downstairs, she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
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Wesley stood outside the car, watching her. At that moment, he suddenly wanted a cigarette to numb himself.
The cold wind howled, sweeping over his heart.
“Aren’t you going to exin?” he asked.
Prisci lowered her hand, revealing her swollen, red eyes. “Wesley, let’s go get the divorce certificate.”
“Bang!”
Wesley’s fist mmed hard against the car, his anger so intense that his voice trembled.
“Are you nning to go to him after the divorce?”
Prisci’s heart ached terribly. She dug her nails into her palm, gripping tightly.
“The child is sick. I want to take care of him.”
Just thinking of the child’s frail appearance made her heart ache unbearably.
Wesley got into the car, his hand almost forcefully cupping her cheek.
He could see all her vulnerability and pain.
His anger grew wildly.
“There was never a ce for me in your heart, was there?” he said sarcastically. “All those things you said about loving
me…”
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