The Love that Never Really Dies

“Ian, what should we do now that Mommy is taking you to the doctor? Didn’t I tell you to be more talkative and smiley like Matt? Ian was speechless. I…don’t know how. How would I? I’m used to living alone in a big house, and everyone around me has a cold attitude. Isn’t it weird if I grew up having a cheery personality? Besides, is it even easy for me to change just like that? After frowning for a while, he suddenly broke into a confident expression. “No worries! You’ll see!” “What? How can you lie to a doctor for being sick if you’re not?” “Stomachache.” “Oh? This should work. Let me tell you something: When I didn’t want to go to preschool before, I would always lie to Mommy about having stomachaches. Wow, Ian, you’re so clever.”

The little girl became happy again. She held Ian’s hands with her chubby little hands and looked at him admiringly. Ian was rather speechless. A few minutes later, Sasha finally grabbed a cab and took the siblings into the car. Actually, she was a doctor herself, and she could tell if her kids had a headache or stomachache. But sometimes, mothers were just too cautious. For example, she was worried about her son falling sick now. Hence, she must take him to a good hospital to get a blood test or use modern medical equipment to have a medical check-up to play safe. Otherwise, she wouldn’t simply send her kids to any hospital. Sasha was nervous and was holding the “sick” kid on the way there. But Ian, on the other hand, was enjoying her sweet embrace as he had never been this loved while Vivian was staring at him enviously. “Mommy, what about your other baby?

steal her mother for himself. Besides, she didn’t want to be away from her mother either. Fortunately, it was only a ten-minute drive from Old Town to the hospital, and Sasha quickly got her children off the car into the building. “Hi, nurse. It’s Matthew Wand. We would like to see a pediatrician, please.” “Pediatrics? It’s crowded over there now. How about visiting a specialist instead? You don’t have to

more important than my children consulting a doctor. After making an appointment with a specialist, Sasha took her registered number and headed to the specialist clinic on the ninth floor. Meanwhile, Ian was still relatively calm after lying about his stomachache, but when he was suddenly brought to the specialist, his expression changed, and he wouldn’t move anymore. “Matt, why

a white coat came over. When he saw the little running figure, he was a little startled. “Mr. Ian? Why is he here?” “What? That’s Mr. Ian?” “Yeah! Quick, stop him and carry him over. Is there something wrong? Where’s his father? Call him now!” After instructing the other doctors with him, he went after Ian as well. Sasha was rendered speechless. When she