At ten o'clock the following day, Stella arrived at the hospital with Noah.
Archer directly carried Noah into Clarence's ward.
Stella watched Archer pinching Noah's face and his arms lightly.
She was speechless.
Two minutes later, Archer stood upright and clapped his hands, "It's done."
"Is this the check you said you missed?"
Archer lifted his chin towards her, "My private inspection, that's not something ordinary people can
have."
Ignoring him, Stella knew who he was conspiring with to trick her into coming here.
Clarence sat on the sofa aside and watched them, smiled, and said to Noah standing next to Archer,
"Come here."
Noah looked at him, blinked, and tilted his head, seemingly wondering who he was.
Clarence's voice slowed down, "Come here, daddy will give you a hug."
Hearing this, Noah stepped towards him, wobbling.
But just as Clarence was about to pick him up with his left hand, Noah took a flower out of the vase on
the coffee table. He ran towards Stella, lying on her lap, happily saying, "Mom, flower."
Clarence was embarrassed.
Seeing this, Stella touched his head and took the flower, "Thank you, baby."
When Noah saw that she liked it, his smile expanded, and he turned around again and trotted off to get
one back to Stella.
But when he turned back for the third time, he found that the vase had moved and was firmly placed on
the arm of the sofa.
Noah stood on his tiptoes to reach for it, but he wasn't tall enough to get it.
Clarence sat there, looking at him, "Do you want me to help you?"
Noah turned his head, big eyes looking at him momentarily, seeking his help.
Clarence said, "Call me daddy."
Noah was obviously reluctant, pouted, and reached out to get the vase by himself.
Seeing this, Clarence slowly moved the vase further away.
Noah struggled and hummed.
Stella said, "Are you happy to make him cry?"
"Am I making him cry? He ignored me when I asked him if he needed help. What can I do?"
Stella quickly picked up the vase and handed it to Noah. "Take it, baby."
Noah held the vase in his arms, smiled, pulled out a flower from it, and was about to turn around and
take it to Stella when he found that she was no longer behind him but sitting in the arms of the man in
front of him.
Stella did not expect Clarence to pull her to sit on his lap in front of Noah. Because of the pregnancy,
she did not dare to struggle but only pushed him, "Are you stupid? We are going back."
Clarence held her waist and said in a low voice, "Don't move. The wound is going to split."
Stella saw his frown, which was not like pretending, and lowered her head.
She was sitting right on his thigh.
The place where he was shot.
She glared at him, "You know you're injured but still want to fool around."
“It's your fault. You didn't come to see me.”
Stella took a breath, got up, looked at the blood on his leg, turned to look for Archer to deal with it, but
not knowing when he had slipped away.
“There is gauze and medicine over there. Just change it."
Stella walked over and brought the things over to him, "Do it yourself."
She was about to leave when he pulled her wrist, "How can I?"
“The wound is on the leg, not....”
Before Stella could finish her sentence, he lowered his eyes to indicate his right hand that was still
hanging, "I can't.” Stella was speechless.
Next to them, Noah was lying on the sofa, tilting his head and looking at them curiously.
When she turned back, Stella took the toy to him and saw that Clarence had taken off his pants.
Stella said, "Can you be normal? The child is here."
Clarence spoke slowly, “It’s just a dressing change. What are you thinking?"
“Dressing change doesn't mean to take off your pants!"
The pants were so loose that they could be rolled up.
She did not believe that Clarence had taken off his pants several times.
Clarence sat there frankly, “Just do it."
Stella wouldn't care about him if Noah wasn't right next to him.
She untied the blood-soaked gauze and knotted it down.
Just as she was about to take the medicine attached to the wound, Clarence suddenly said, "Just wrap
around it with gauze.
Stella looked at him, "Don't you want a dressing change?"
"T lied to you. It had been done, so just change the gauze."
Stella didn't believe it. It was useless to change the gauze since it was bleeding.
She reached out again, but Clarence snatched the toy out of Noah's hand before she could touch him.
Noah paused for two seconds, grunted in aggrievance, looked at Stella with tears filling his eyes.
Stella was annoyed.
She held back her temper and looked at Clarence, "What are you doing?"
“He doesn't call me dad."
“He won't call you since you bully him."
She turned to coax Noah. Clarence had already been wrapping his wound when she looked back.
Seeing this, Stella did not say anything, sat directly opposite him, took the gauze, finished wrapping it
and tied a knot.
“If you want to be discharged early, stop torturing yourself. It's unworthy.”
Clarence gazed at her smiled, "Worried about me?"
Stella answered nothing but brought Noah down from the sofa, "Baby, we are going home."
Noah took her hand and jumped off.
Watching them walk a few steps, Clarence was about to get up when Steliadian turned her head and
warned, "If your wound split again, I won't help you anymore."
He sat there with his eyebrows raised slightly.
Stella said to Noah, "Say bye to daddy."
Noah looked at Clarence under her guidance and waved his little hand, "Bye-bye, Daddy."
Stella gently touched his head, "Let's go."
They slowly walked out of the ward.
Clarence slowly leaned back on the sofa with a gentle smile, looking at their backs.
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