Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 141

"You're still using my birthday as the password, implying you're still dwelling on me, aren't you?" Arthur remarked, a touch of pride in his tone, which carried a hint of playfulness.

However, Sylvia scoffed, "Arthur, you're too self-centered. It's just a sequence of numbers. You're just too lazy to change it because you're accustomed to memorizing these digits. Consider it for a moment—it's simply your laziness, not narcissism."

She seized her phone and generously sent him a string of messages via WhatsApp.

"These are the items Hendrick needs for his hospital stay. You can go back and retrieve them."

Glancing at the messages, he remarked, "I'll ask Lennard to bring them."

"Why can't you go get them yourself? How can others know what the child needs? As a father, you don't even know what your child requires. How do you usually take care of him?" Her tone was sharp, accusatory.

Arthur felt a renewed surge of anger.

This woman was becoming increasingly audacious! Treating him as if he were an irresponsible man!

Yet, he had undeniably matured, and his concern for Hendrick was evident.

Furthermore, her demeanor was exceptionally unpleasant!

Fuming, he turned around and left in frustration.

After all, it was becoming late, and the child could experience diarrhea at any moment!

Observing the man depart with reluctance, Sylvia shook her head.

Men, she thought. During childbirth, they remain oblivious to the woman's pain and distance themselves from the child's upbringing. No one can truly understand a woman's journey.

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One hour later.

Arthur entered with bags, his face glistening with sweat.

Sylvia, exhausted from recent events, had already drifted off to sleep, cradling her son in her arms.

He approached quietly, placing the items down. When he glanced at Sylvia, he found her tightly cradling Hendrick. Even in her sleep, her brows were furrowed, and a lingering expression of concern and heartache remained on her face.

Hendrick, nestled in her arms, slept soundly, his tiny face exuding an air of serenity. The happiness on his face was palpable.

The three of them, sleeping in such harmony, radiated a sense of unity, especially resembling that of a mother and son.

He took a seat and dozed off in the chair beside them.

"Alright." Arthur approached, received the child from her, and cradled him horizontally, ensuring a peaceful slumber.

Sylvia headed to the nurse's station to fetch a fresh set of sheets. Upon returning, she extracted the sheet pad from the large bag he had brought and carefully arranged it on the bed before gently placing their son on it.

The moment Hendrick was laid on the bed, he reached out and clutched at Sylvia's clothes.

Helplessly, she glanced at Arthur.

The corners of his lips twitched, "You can rest with the child. I'll take care of the rest."

Bending down, he lifted the hot water basin and made his way to the bathroom, depositing the soiled clothes into the laundry basket.

She observed him with a cold gaze.

Luckily, he proved more adept than she had anticipated, swiftly organizing the ward with a few deft movements.

Once everything was in order, Sylvia checked her phone and noted that it was already four in the morning.

"You can head back! I'll take care of the child," she softly spoke to him.