Chapter 609
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After taking my mom back, I called Quentin and asked him to come over quickly.
After notifying Quentin to come over, I thought for a moment and then called Reynaldo.
However, Reynaldo did not answer.
I clenched my phone, with a feeling that the situation on Reynaldo’s mother’s side was not optimistic.
When Quentin arrived later, I planned to pay a visit to Reynaldo.
Quentin came quickly, and in less than an hour, he arrived in a flurry.
“How come? Why did you call me back in such a hurry? Did something big happen on my dad’s side again?”
Quentin entered the room and asked while changing his shoes.
Not hearing a response, he looked towards me, but his whole body was in a daze.
“Hey, why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?”
Without waiting for me to speak, my mother came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and called Quentin over to drink, saying, “Come on, it’s cold outside, have some hot soup to warm up.”
Quentin glanced at me suspiciously and asked my mom, “What’s wrong with her? Did she have a fight with a man?”
My mother looked at me with a complicated expression in her eyes, but
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she didn’t say anything.
I knew she couldn’t bring herself to tell her own children about her illness.
If I hadn’t happened to see her at the hospital, she probably wouldn’t have told us until she died.
I stood up and said to Quentin, who was drinking soup, “Come with me to the room.”
My mother opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she didn’t say anything. Her eyes were just slightly red.
Quentin laughed at me and said, “What’s up, acting all mysterious? Did Reynaldo bully you? Do you want me to go beat up Reynaldo for you?”
I didn’t say anything, just walked into the room by myself.
Quentin helplessly put down the bowl of soup and said, “I really can’t do anything with you.”
After Quentin and I entered the room, I turned around to close the door and saw my mom sitting on the sofa, covering her mouth and crying.
Yes, illness has always been a painful topic, but we have to mention it.
In the room, I solemnly told Quentin about my mother’s situation.
I also told him about my dad’s affair.
Quentin stood there dumbfounded at the time, as if he hadn’t reacted.
After a while, he mechanically smiled and said, “Ralda, did you have a nightmare last night and couldn’t distinguish between dreams and reality for a moment?”
How could mom possibly get sick like that? And how could dad possibly
have an affair?
Come on, if you weren’t feeling well, just rest more. Don’t create panic, okay?
My young heart couldn’t bear a scare from you.
My eyes felt sore for a moment, and a mist of water slowly rose before my eves.
I also wish so much that all of this is just a nightmare. When I wake up, our family is still together in peace.
The Duffy family was still thriving, their home was still warm, and all their loved ones were healthy.
Oh, yes.
Reality is reality, avoiding it won’t solve any problems.
I wiped away my tears and choked out, “I went to the hospital today for a kidney donor match, but it didn’t match.”
Quentin’s face stiffened.
He stared at me fixedly, looking at me for a long time, until his face slowly turned white.
Long ago, he asked me, “When did it happen?”