Sweet Twins

"Don't bother with it. If you really liked it, we can come back tomorrow." Charles knew nothing about packing unfinished food because he never did it before. But it didn't mean that he liked wasting food.

If he treated the woman he loved to a meal, he'd feel uncomfortable if he still had to pack unfinished food.

"But that's worth 30,000," Nancy said feeling sorry for the unfinished food.

"Well, it's just 30,000. Let's go," Charles said gently with a smile as he held her hand.

"You really are a child from a rich family so you've never developed the proper concept of valuing money. If you have experienced being poor, you'd understand what I mean and you wouldn't say that," Nancy explained with a hint of self-pity.

Her eyes suddenly looked sad as if she remembered a painful time in her life. If he only knew that she was in so much despair before. When she badly needed money to get treatment, but no help was in sight. If only he experienced the same thing as she did, would he still be willing to spend thirty thousand for a meal?

"So, you've experienced being poor before? Tell me about it, then," Charles said gently. He truly wanted to know more about her, but he also didn't want to make her feel pressured to reveal her past to him.

And when he saw a bitter smile on her lips, he felt like it was what he expected to see.

"Well, let bygones be bygones."

But her words immediately quashed his curiosity, and he felt uncomfortable about it.

He decided to let it pass and thought for a while. He then turned to Nancy with a meaningful look in his eyes. "Nancy, I know your mother is in the sanatorium. Since we have nothing to do this afternoon, we can go and visit her together this afternoon instead. What do you think?"

Since she got back, she'd become so busy with work and her children patients that she rarely had the time to visit her mother. "I'd like that. Thank you," she replied gently to Charles as she nodded.

"It's nothing," Charles replied back with a smile.

They drove out and eventually arrived at the sanatorium.

It was an old and poorly-maintained sanatorium. The paint was chipping off the walls and dried up vines were scattered here and there.

"This place... ...doesn't look too good," Charles commented as he looked around the sanatorium grounds and the building.

"You're right. I'm planning to move mom to a better sanatorium. I haven't set anything up yet but Doris and I are already looking for one."

this sanatorium for ten years. And since Nancy now had some financial capability herself, she wanted to move

leave it to me." Although he was cautious in investing in hospitals, he had been engaged in various charities like building

very kind of you, Charles, but..." Nancy started to

not a big deal," Charles said with a

aside after they entered and made a welcoming gesture. He smiled and

difficult or dangerous that would happen to him, he would always

on him?'

out his hand to Nancy as they

to see Nancy staring blankly at

He never gave these stares much importance in the past. But

my back look well enough?" Charles teased with an

is nothing there to look at." Nancy was flustered, but readily held out her hand

held her tightly in his. A grip that felt

faster. She turned to him and he had a mysteriously charming smile

good at flirting

of room number eight on the second floor. She suddenly had second

hesitated but didn't

on her hand and made

Mom can't express clearly,

with her hand

visibly surprised to see that Charles was there with Nancy. "Mr. Fu?

something wrong?" Charles asked

I meant. I don't..." Nothing coherent came out of the nurse's mouth

your work. I haven't visited often lately, and you must be tired taking care

have to do this," the

it," Charles

very much!" The nurse took the money

that they must be in a relationship. When Jade remembered what happened to herself in the past, she began to worry that her

were a lot of things that Jade wanted to tell her daughter, but, unfortunately, she couldn't say a

you want to ask. He is my friend. He's been a good friend to me. Don't