Carlos took a deep look at her with sadness in his eyes.
"Blood friendship sickness."
Celia stunned for a moment. Blood friendship sickness? She seemed to have heard this word, and she
indistinctly said it was a disease that would bleed more.
"Sven's injury is moderate. As long as the blood is properly handled, he will have no problem. The most
serious problem is the hemorrhage and swelling of the joints caused by exercising. If he is often
bleeding, it is very easy to cause the dislocation and even cause disability."
The more Celia heard the man's low voice, the more nervous she was.
It was so terrible and serious!
No wonder Carlos was so nervous in the first place, and no wonder foster always acted very carefully,
keeping her eyes on Sven no matter where he went.
"Then, can he be cured?"
Carlos shook his head, and the sadness on his handsome face was getting stronger and stronger.
"There is no effective way so far."
Celia bit her lip. She felt heartbroken that an innocent and innocent child like Sven had suffered such a
terrible fate.
"Is it inherited?" She suddenly looked up at him.
Carlos nodded. All of a sudden, Celia's eyes froze and her face was full of worry.
Carlos looked at her affectionately and said, "her mother is a delivery woman."
Celia's dangling heart was slightly relieved. She looked up at him.
He was so smart to get her meaning instantly and removed her worry.
She was worried that the baby in her belly would suffer from these terrible diseases.
After this question, there was short silence between them.
She said in a muffled voice after he gave the peeled apple to her. "I don't feel like eating right now."
Then she turned her head away.
She was mad at him. It was such a long time that he was willing to tell her anything about Sven.
What was her most concerned then?
He knew the meaning of the words, but he didn't say it.
Her temper was so obvious. Carlos looked at her side face and couldn't help smiling. Her little face was
like a pink balloon.
"I'm not with his mother."
She looked back at him with her watery eyes and had doubts.
'what does it mean that they are not together?'?
"Divorced?"
Carlos frowned and thought for a moment before saying the words dully.
Celia seemed to have heard something unclear.
He raised his hand and rubbed Celia's head gently. In a mellow and pleasant voice, he said, "Celia,
believe me.
You're my only wife!"
The words of love, such as confession, stunned Celia. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she took over
the apple in his hand. She lowered her head and seriously ate it, just like a clay rat.
After eating and drinking her fill, she began to feel sleepy again.
She didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up again, she saw Carlos sitting on the chair
by the bed.
Although she was living in a single room, it was an ordinary ward with an independent toilet. But it was
equipped in a normal place with a bed and a wooden stool in the room.
At this moment, the man was sitting on the wooden bench. His sleeves were rolled to his elbow, and
his elbow was leaning on the night table, with his hand clenched into a fist, supporting his head. He
was resting.
It was already dusk outside. The sunset glow made him look like a piece of soft and warm haze. Even
his stout and deep face became gentle.
Has he been here all the time?
With this thought, she recalled what he had said before.
'I was not with his mother.'
This should be his explanation?
At least she would know that her identity now was aboveboard, not a mistress who destroyed other
people's families.
"You are my only wife."
Her mind was full of his words. Her hands unconsciously touched her flat lower abdomen. Maybe this
child could be born in a happy and complete family?
The idea shocked Celia.
She was able to forget their relationship and have a happy ending just because of a few words from
Carlos.
The man on the opposite chair suddenly moved, his thick eyebrows slightly frowned, and his black
eyelashes fluttered open, and he saw the woman lying on the opposite bed, staring at him sideways.
"Celia, are you sick of me?" His thin lips curled up.
Hearing what he said, Celia blushed.
"Don't you go back to see Sven?" Her eyes glittered, trying to shift the topic.
"Don't worry, Grace was there. Everything will be fine."
The second before, her face was suddenly covered with shyness due to his words, and her lips were
pressed tightly bit by bit.
That was his own son. How could he say such bland words to Celia, which made her feel almost
heartless.
"Even if you divorce his mother, he is your son. How can you do this to him? Is that how you only take
care of yourself? "
Grace had told her that Sven was bullied at school and regarded as a bastard.
But he had a father!
The repulsion and disgust were written all over Celia's face as she saw Carlos' attitude.
Carlos frowned, and his thin lips were half open. He seemed to have something to say, but finally he
didn't say it, so he kept silent.
"Would you like some water?"
Carlos stared at her lips.
It seemed that her lips were a little dry. Then, he reached out for a glass of water.
He was changing the topic so blatantly that Celia was even more certain that he was not responsible
for Sven.
How could he treat his own son like this? If she gave birth to the child, they would divorce in three
years
At the thought of this, she had turned to the other side. She waved her hand and wanted Carlos to stay
away from her. She did not want to break the cup he just picked up.
Fortunately, it was warm water.
More than half cup of water was sprinkled on Celia's clothes, wetting the clothes in front of her.
She instinctively wanted to get up, but her lower abdomen was pulled and hurt again.
"Don't move." Carlos said in a low voice when he noticed the change of her expression.
Celia froze. She was stunned by that man's action.
He was going to take off her clothes.
Celia immediately raised her hands to defend herself from his approach. "What are you doing?"
"Silly girl, your clothes are wet. Change them quickly, or you will catch a cold."
"No need for you to change."
"You are my wife. I am your husband! By the way, can you change them by yourself? "
Celia wanted to move again, but her lower abdomen seemed to be against hers every time she moved.
The man didn't move, just looking at her and wondering what to do.
Celia's face turned red. She had worn a hospital gown.
"Hey, i... I need my nursing worker!"
She suddenly realized that she had spent a lot of money on her.
"She's back,"
"Go back? Why? "
"I asked her to go back,"
"I spent two hundred dollars!"
What a mean man! How could he waste her money like that!
But obviously, the contemptuous look on his handsome face has nothing to do with picking them up.
"You can waste money as you like but not everyone is like you!"
"My money is Celia's."
"……"
"Good girl, change your clothes." He coaxed her softly.
"No, i..."
Before she could finish refusing him, she had been swallowed by his hot
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