Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 654

The twins were barely over three years old, and they had gone through such a traumatic shock. It was also long past their usual bedtime.

However, none of them wanted to leave or sleep at all. They just wanted to wait there for Irvin to wake up. William couldn't talk them out of it at all, and he also knew I wouldn't be able to rest as well. So, he decided to wait with us.

Since William had been in the twins' lives from the start, they trusted him a lot as well. Before he arrived, they kept protecting me. However, following his arrival, they would lie in his embrace when they felt tired.

William made them feel incredibly safe. Since he usually looked invincible to them, they couldn't help looking at him and asking, "Uncle Will, Daddy will definitely wake up, right?"

He looked back at them and said, "I'm sure he will!"

Usually, when William said something would happen, they knew he was right. So, they felt more at ease and stopped worrying after hearing what he said. Then, they curled up in his arms and clung to his body.

The two kids were cheerful and full of energy all the time, and it felt like they could tear the world apart with their boldness. Seeing how afraid they were at that moment, William couldn't help but hug them and feel bad for them.

Although Irvin was his rival in love, William still hoped he would survive. Even if Irvin's recovery meant that we would live together as a happy family and destroy all of William's hopes, he still wanted Irvin to get better.

William was no saint, and he also thought there was no such thing as true love before. Back then, he never would've thought there would be someone for him to love deeply at all.

The doctor said the first 72 hours were the most critical, and Irvin would wake up within that time frame if he could.

Irvin didn't wake up within the critical 72-hour window, and he just continued lying on the bed motionlessly. Meanwhile, the usually lively twins lay there like they were asleep as well.

Back then, they were like little devils that no one could hold down. Now, they had become obedient angels who wished to accompany their father every day. They would also tell him stories all the time, hoping that he would wake up soon.

No matter how much a mother loved her children, she would still be exhausted from their enthusiasm, and it was the same for me. When I felt tired of their endless energy, I would hope they could be quieter.

However, seeing how obedient and quiet they had become at that moment, my heart was in great pain. I would rather they tire me out with their mischievous acts than see them being like this.