Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 135

"Daddy, I want to see this lady. I want her to be with me." Hendrick suddenly opened his eyes, red with tears, and pleaded, "Please bring her here, I just want her! Take care of me."

As Hendrick spoke, tears streamed down again.

Arthur was stunned, rendered speechless.

...

During dinner, Wendy brought a bowl of rice soup and thin egg custard.

The child hadn't eaten anything all day, and she felt heartbroken.

It was important to ensure the child consumed some soup to regain strength in the fight against the illness.

She gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Hendrick was already asleep.

She touched the child's forehead; he was still slightly feverish. What worried her the most was the possibility of another fever at night. She bent down slightly, placed the rice soup and lean egg custard on the nearby bedside table, and sat down, intending to wait for him.

However, as soon as she sat down, she noticed a tablet on the blanket that was about to fall. She quickly reached out to take it, and the screen lit up.

She noticed Sylvia's photo prominently displayed on the screen, and for a moment, she sat there blankly.

How could Hendrick have a photo of Sylvia?

Sylvia and Sheryl were sisters, so it made sense for the child to have his aunt's photo.

However, Sylvia and Sheryl were not close.

She sat there thoughtfully.

At this moment, Hendrick coughed a few times and opened his eyes.

"Hendrick, you're awake," she smiled and asked kindly, "Would you like to get up and have some broth first?"

"I don't want to drink," Hendrick shook his head, his eyes wide open. His little hand reached out, his throat hoarse as he said, "Grandma, I want my tablet."

She froze for a moment and immediately handed him the device.

Wendy walked over and sat down opposite her son, her face very serious.

"Arthur, did you know that Hendrick wants to hire Sylvia as his therapist?"

He took a puff of smoke and nodded silently.

"Do you have to be angry with the child?" her tone became more serious.

"Mom, I..." He hesitated.

"Arthur, I only have one grandson, and he just wants someone to accompany and take care of him. Can't that satisfy him? Besides, he's so sick now." She stood up, "My grandson, don't! If you say you need one person to take care of them, you can take care of ten or a hundred. If you don't agree, I'll go and get her myself."

She lifted her feet and was about to walk outside.

"Mom." Arthur stopped her, "It's not that I disagree with this, but I feel that Sylvia is uneasy."

"Ah, I think you're really confused. You've been misled by Sheryl." Wendy continued to scold him, "In my opinion, Sylvia is countless times better than Sheryl. Not only are you blind, but you're also heartless. I really don't know what kind of enchanting soup Sheryl poured into you. Just wait, you'll regret it sooner or later."