A Life Debt Repaid

It took Cordy and Richard great effort to finally move John to a room.

Just as they put him on the bed, Richard suddenly exclaimed, “Whoops.”

“What’s wrong?” Cordy asked, seeing the anxiety on his face just then.

“I have to submit the vlog tomorrow, but it’s already very late and I haven’t edited anything.” Richard looked very worried.

“You can go do it now,” Cordy told him.

“But Daddy is drunk. Someone needs to take care of him,” Richard said, clearly in a dilemma.

However, he was also obviously staring at Cordy, clearly wanting her to help.

Cordy sighed—she had to spoil her own son.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of him.”

“Thanks, Mommy. You’re the best!” Richard exclaimed with visible joy.

But as Cordy watched him leave, she sighed, somehow feeling like she had fallen for a trap.

after which she went to the washroom and wet a hot towel for him, wiping his cheek bit by bit while complaining to herself inwardly—who

the one who got him drunk,

from her complaint,

not quite sure

she really messing

stared at John’s handsome face

him wrapped around her little finger, even with those good looks that bewitched

of altruism or something else, Cordy was dutiful in her face for John—not

for a drunk person, but Cordy

be racing more than usual, and

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump…

an allergic reaction to alcohol causing

his chest and

him, “Wake up, John! Are you alright?! Is your heart having issues? Should I

struggled to

was unfocused, and he

thought that he was in danger and quickly got up to call an

just as she was about to move, John caught her

to flail around in