Chapter 592: The Child is Gravely ILL
Her face pale, she said, "You can discuss this here. I'm leaving."
Her hands were trembling slightly.
With that, she turned to go.
Alberto Mendoza said anxiously, "Connie, don't gò! Things aren't clear yet!"
Ignoring that his injuries, weren't fully healed, he leaped down from the bed, but a sharp pain shot through his leg, causing him to stumble and collapse to the floor.
Harrison Thomson quickly stepped forward to help him up.
Adeline Hensley also stopped Connie Miller, saying, "I know you must be feeling awful right now, but we haven't gotten to the truth yet. Please, try to stay calm."
As a woman, she understood how Connie felt.
Even though Connie and Alberto had been broken up at the time...
Now they were back together.
For a woman to suddenly appear, claiming to have Alberto's child... how could.
Connie possibly remain composed?
However, as Alberto Mendoza's sister, Adeline didn't want to see him separated from the woman he loved over another misunderstanding.
If Alberto had truly wronged Connie, Adeline would be the first to help Connie teach him a lesson.
But right now, the full truth hadn't come to light.
They couldn't let Connie leave like this.
Connie Miller took a deep breath and didn't insist on leaving.
Because Alberto Mendoza, in his rush to stop her, had just ignored the injury to his leg.
No matter how angry or hurt she was, she couldn't bring herself to disregard his well-being.
So she turned back and sat down on the sofa with Adeline.
Alberto Mendoza breathed a sigh of
relief. Not caring about anything else, he limped over.
Adeline Hensley perceptively moved aside.
Alberto sat down next to Connie and gripped her hand tightly, as if afraid she would leave again.
Connie's eyes were red-rimmed, and she refused to look at him.
Watching them, Monica bit her lip, took a few steps forward, and said, "Alberto, the reason I came to find you today, besides wanting to see you, is... this child is gravely ill. The doctor said if he doesn't receive treatment soon, his life could be in danger!"
As she spoke, Monica began to cry.
"I thought... I thought he could grow up healthy and strong. If that were the case, even if I raised him alone, I would have accepted it. But I never expected him to get sick. Look, with all the commotion we just made, he didn't even wake up! It's because he's sick!"
From where Adeline Hensley stood, she could see the infant's face clearly.
Indeed, the baby looked very pale, clearly
unwell.
He was just a tiny baby, and potentially her own nephew. A wave of pity washed over Adeline.
"The doctor said treating his illness will be very expensive, and there's no guarantee of a cure. I had no other choice... I had to come to you," Monica sobbed. "Alberto, please don't blame me. He really is our child."
Alberto Mendoza took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
He held Connie's hand tightly and said, "I'll do a paternity test with the child first."
As he finished speaking, he clearly felt Connie's hand stiffen.
So he held on even tighter.
He genuinely had no memory of whether anything happened with this woman that night.
If he had been sober, it would have been impossible.
But he had blacked out, remembered nothing.
Now this woman appeared with a child,
adamantly claiming it was his...
If it really was his child, he couldn't just abandon it.
Especially since the child was sick.
But he didn't want to lose Connie Miller either.
He knew it was selfish, but Connie was his true love. They had already been separated for so long because of a misunderstanding last time.
This time, he truly didn't want to let go.
"I already had someone arrange it," Harrison Thomson said.
The moment this woman appeared claiming the infant was Alberto Mendoza's son, after a brief moment of shock, Harrison Thomson had immediately sent a message to arrange for the paternity test.
Alberto Mendoza gave him a grateful look.
Soon, someone arrived to collect the necessary samples for the paternity test.
Afterwards, everyone left the room to give Alberto and Connie some space.
Monica initially didn't want to leave.
But Adeline Hensley firmly "escorted" her out.
She and the baby were temporarily settled in an empty room.
Adeline Hensley stayed with them.
Monica didn't look at Adeline, keeping her head down, gazing tenderly and lovingly at the infant in her arms.
"Don't worry, my baby. Mommy won't let anything happen to you. Now we're with your daddy. He has lots and lots of money. He will definitely hire the best doctors to make you better..." She murmured softly.
Although her voice was low, and she was now speaking a different dialect of Yewhainan than before, mixed with a local accent, Adeline could roughly understand her.
"Is he really my brother's child?" Adeline asked abruptly.
Monica's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Quickly, she said, "Of course he is. This is mine and Alberto's child. When the paternity results come out, everyone will know I'm not lying."
Just then, the infant in her arms seemed to stir awake, moving slightly.
Before the baby could even open its eyes, it started to cry.
Monica hurriedly soothed him.
Perhaps because of his illness, the baby's cries were weak and intermittent. After crying for a bit, he seemed to tire out, and the sounds gradually faded.
"My poor child..." Monica's eyes were full of heartache.
Adeline Hensley took a few steps closer.
Seeing an infant in swaddling clothes suffering like this was truly hard to bear.
But this woman's sudden appearance was too suspicious, and with everything that had happened recently, she had to be cautious.
So she forced herself not to be ruled by emotion and continued questioning.
"What's the child's name?"
Monica said softly, "I haven't given him a formal name yet. For now, I just call him Pharrell."
"May I touch him?"
Hearing this, Monica looked up, eyeing Adeline warily.
Adeline smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'm not so depraved as to harm an infant, especially one who might very well be my own nephew."
Hearing this, Monica relaxed slightly and said, "Alright, you can touch him."
Adeline leaned over slightly and gently touched the baby's head.
The baby, who had been frowning, miraculously smiled at her touch.
Monica said in surprise, "Pharrell actually smiled!nHe rarely smiles..."
But the smile lasted only a moment. Soon, the baby's face scrunched up again, and he gave a few light coughs.
"This poor child is really suffering," Adeline sighed.
Monica, her eyes red, said, "I know you all must blame me. You think I shouldn't have brought this child to find Alberto. But I truly had no other choice. Please try to understand a mother's heart. I can't just stand by and watch my child die from his illness."
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