FreeNovelChapter 913
| gently sighed and did not say anything else.
Theo was about to get up from the bed, which startled me, so | hurriedly shouted, "Don’t move around!”
He froze. "I'm going to the bathroom."
"I'll help you." | lifted the covers and bent down to take out a pair of slippers from the cab.
After helping him into the bathroom, | reached out to help him take off his pants, but he stopped me. "I cand o it
myself."
| raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
Theo nodded firmly. "I'm sure.”
"Okay, then." | let go of his hands. "Callif you need any help.”
"Okay."
When | walked out of the bathroom, | shook my head and laughed. "He's actually shy?"
How rare!
When Theo cout of the bathroom, | helped him to the bed.
| told him to sleep, but he refused to close his eyes and kept moving around on the bed with his brows tightly
furrowed. | thought about it and finally knew what was making him uncomfortable.
He was covered in the smell of medicine, and perhaps he was sweating, so his body felt sticky. This was torment
for a clean freak like him.
| helplessly smiled and went to the bathroom to soak a clean towel.
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After coming out of the bathroom, | began to unbutton his hospital gown.
He froze before teasing, "Are you going to torturewhen I'm already in this state?"
"What are you thinking about?" | glared at him. "I'm wiping your body."
"No need for that." He refused very quickly.
| raised my brows. "You feel uncomfortable, no?"
Theo sighed helplessly. "I'll feel like a paralyzed person who needs your help with everything."
| ignored him and unbuttoned his hospital gown anyway.
When | wiped his body, | saw his eyes squeeze shut. | thought he was sleeping at first, but when | saw the sweat
seeping from his forehead, | realized he was not actually asleep.
My hand was suddenly pressed down by him. Our eyes met. His pupils were too deep and dark.
We were both silent for a long time, and | was eventually the one who spoke first, "Theo, I'm your wife. It's my
duty to take care of you. When we grow old one day and becill, we have to take care of each other. You
can't be the only one taking care of m e, okay?"
He looked atwith a deep gaze. Only after a long tdid he let go of me.
The doctor said that Theo could only eat liquid foods now. Petra happened to send ssoup over, hence | did
not have to go down and buy any.
| served a bowl of soup from the thermos, blew on it, and fed it to Theo one spoonful at a time.
His arm was hurting so much that he did not have much of an appetite to eat, but he still could not refuse the
spoon | brought to his mouth every time.
| stopped feeding him only after he ate most of the bowl and did not want to eat anymore.
Petra did not leave and sat watching us in silence.
Now that | was done feeding Theo soup, Petra hurriedly got up and cover to serve another bowl o f soup.
She handed it to me. "You should drink stoo."
| looked up at her, seeing the sadness and heartache i n her eyes. | took the bowl.
Theo fell asleep not long after. | had no appetite, so after taking a few sips, | could not drink anymore.
When Petra sawputting down the bowl, she quickly said, "Have smore. How else will you find the
strength to take care of him?" | figured she was right and forced myself to take a few more sips before setting
the bowl down. | really could not eat anymore.
She got up to clean up, and when she was done, she looked atwith a heartbreaking expression. She said,
"You must take care of yourself."
| glanced at her and felt a little stifled. | could not help but ask, "What were you thinking when you abandoned
The topic was a little abrupt. Over the years, | would tell others that | was okay with not having parents and I did
not need them. However, every t| saw others hugging their parents and acting like a baby with them, | would
still get envious. Afraid that others would notice my envy, | would normally be afraid to dart another glance.
Petra did not answer and merely wept sadly.
I said, "I wrote an essay when | was in fifth grade. The title of the essay was 'My Mother’. | grew up as a pretty
good writer, so the teacher signed up for a town competition and my essay received an award. Mother was so
happy when she learned about it. She wanted t o read it but | didn't show it to her. | wanted to burn that essay
but couldn't bring myself to do it."
When | saw her wiping her tears, | sighed. "It was because the essay wasn't about her but the mother who
abandoned me. That essay was all about my fantasies about my real mother like what she would have been like,
and if she hadn't abandoned me, where would | be living? Would she be the sas my adoptive mother?"
After a pause, | continued, "I've thought about what you looked like many times but certainly not about the way
you are now. There wasn't the beauty and warmth | expected, nor did you bring goodness and joy -just endless
trials and tribulations, as well as sufferings."
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After listening to my words, Petra finally broke down crying. "I'm sorry, Wanda. | was wrong. Can you give m e
one more chance? I'll work hard and be the mother you imaginedto be, okay?"
| felt a little heartbroken. This was the person | had been thinking of all day and night as a child. Only after
growing up did | realize that maybe speople were best suited to live in my memories to preserve m y good
impression of them.
| grabbed a tissue for her. "When Mother was still alive, she toldthat no matter how dark the road ahead is,
my heart must be full of light. If you hadn't brought this darkness to me, my heart would still be full of light.
That's why | fled to Zenon. Over the course of three years there, | thought about many things. Although I can't
understand how you can be so cruel t o others, | understand your love for your child. Hence, | can't bring myself
to resent you.”
The world was full of imperfections. Petra and
Grayson were not horrible people, nor were they good people. It depended on which side one looked at.
In fact, | was considered lucky because at least they were not like Elena's parents, who had zero love for their
children. | had Theo's sincerity too.
Humans must not be too selfish or we would never be happy.
Petra held my hand and wailed, "I know it's been hard for you all these years. We'll finish the rest of the journey
with you. As long as you don’t push us away, we'll always be here."
| pursed my lips and smiled slightly. | said while looking at her, “Thank you."
She froze a little, then cried even harder. However, this time, she smiled.
| figured it was necessary to let go. | did not want to turn into someone like Mason who was swallowed by hatred
and eventually turned into a demon.
The so-called letting go should not be whitewashed. Instead, even after peeling the wounds open, one should «
still believe in a promising future. 1
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