One Meet By Chance

In the end, Albert didn't say anything. He walked out of the room with Harris and closed the door. Albert sighed deeply.

"Hey, Albert, don't sigh. If you sigh, I also want to sigh. I'm worried about Brain. When I think that he is sick, I feel pain in my heart."

Albert glanced at Harris. 'Is this old man only interested in his grandson?' Albert wondered in his heart. Although he also felt sorry for his grandson who was sick, it was Brain who had gone too far today. Although children had to be persuaded, their adults could not tolerate and indulge them all the time, could they?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It doesn't matter. You only have your grandson in your heart."

As soon as Albert finished his words, Albert turned around and went back to his room. Harris shivered all over his body. He still remembered that a few days ago, when he went to the garden to see those old women dancing in the square, and then he saw a woman in her fifties looking at an old man in a faint way.

That woman sighed, "It is okay. Don't worry about me. Anyway, in your heart, she is the only one you love, not me."

Well, he must have thought too much. That was enough. Was he really lonely for too long? Did he need an old lady to accompany him?

In the room, after Harris and Albert left, Enrique took Bruce back to his own bed and gently covered him with a quilt. When he turned around, he saw that Teresa was still carefully wiping Brain's face.

"Well, don't be hypocritical. They're all gone. Who else do you want to show?"

took the towel off her face again, turned around and went to the bathroom. After she washed her face and rinsed her

my son again, you may see the body of Fiona on

pressed her lips and stood by the bed. Her eyes were fixed on Brain's

children. Since you can't be a good mother, don't hypocritically say that you want to fight for the custody of the children at the very beginning. Now it seems that the reason why you want to

Bruce are my children. Brain is sick now.

Burning with anger, Enrique raised his hand and slapped Teresa. Teresa let out a scream and took a step back. Finally, she lost her balance and fell down. Her forehead hit the table and immediately bulged up. A sneer appeared on Enrique's face.

to be pitiful. Now I find that the more I look at you, the more disgusting and hypocritical you

towel and carefully helped to wipe Brain's sweat. But the two of them didn't notice that on another bed not far away, Bruce moved slightly. His tears

We must have got mommy into trouble.' But Bruce knew that he couldn't move, because if he moved, his mother

pain in her head. No matter what Enrique said to her, it made no difference to her. What she

allow Teresa to touch his son again. Teresa didn't dare to move, because

room, washed his face and drove back to his company that she dared to go forward and

"Mommy."

knowing when, Bruce had woken up. He stood beside Teresa in pajamas. Before Teresa could turn around, the little boy held Teresa's shin and burst into tears. Bruce was not a child who could easily cry, but this time, he cried

crying? Don't

"Mommy, does it hurt?"