Cordy turned toward the voice to find a boy who looked around five years old standing at the door of her ward. He was dressed in a patient’s garb like her, and his little face was so beautiful one could not take their eyes off him.

At the same time, Cordy’s heart skipped a beat. She felt as if she was tugged somewhere in her body, but she could not quite describe it.

The boy then ran up to her bed and climbed up to it on his little feet without a pause, snuggling up to her and hugging her with his soft, little body. “Were you bullied, Mommy?”

He then released her and carefully wiped her tears with his stubby hands.

Cordy realized then that her tears were leaking from sheer frustration, and her heart almost melted from the boy’s comfort.

Even so, she was still positive that she did not know him.

Smiling and tousling the boy’s smooth curly hair, she spoke with unexpected mildness. “You have the wrong person, kid.”

“No, you’re my mommy. Daddy and I will protect you from now on.” The boy spoke with confidence and excitement. “Daddy has a bad temper, always pulls a long face, doesn’t like to talk, comes home late, gets stomach aches because he doesn’t eat on time, and smokes… but he’s rich and handsome. Please don’t leave us ever again, Mommy.”

Cordy was left speechless and smiling helplessly. “You’re adorable—but I’m not your mommy.”


A cold yet alluring voice spoke from the door just then.

The boy flinched and turned his little head in that direction, with Cordy following suit.

A man stood at the doorway, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and he carried the air of indescribable abstinence.

His facial features seemed sculpted to perfection and his visage projected wit and composure. He stood towering and upright with a noble but nonchalant air.

None of the rich and important men she met held a candle to those bewitching looks!

“Daddy!” Timmy greeted him primly and properly.

Even as Cordy turned toward Timmy again, she realized the reason why the boy was so good looking.

sternly, “Back to your

pouted, but nodded tamely despite his reluctance—he

Mommy. But I’m just next door, so could you visit

refuse him once she saw his yearning look,

that she was not his mommy when she

but everyone calls me Dicky.

introducing himself, little Richard reluctantly walked over to the man, who must be over six feet tall from a single

cuter, even perfect, as the child stood

stiff and aloof demeanor,

not enjoy talking much, and she actually felt comfortable with the

out of

inconvenient since her right foot was plastered, she stubbornly leaned on her crutches to reach the floor. It seemed to have grown into a habit, but she was used to

suddenly felt lucky that she was like this, allowing her to persevere despite the prospect

leave the washroom, Cordy stepped out and found that Richard’s

watched as her face

I look that scary?” he asked with his deep, magnetic

her head. “I just didn’t expect someone else

was aloof—his

of attitude in her eyes, the man pursed his lips ever so slightly. “The name’s John Levine. The venue where you held

to the chase—as the owner of the venue,

expenditure while you’re staying here in this hospital, and that includes the fees for treatment, hospitality, rehabilitation, and the like. You may also seek damages for labor injury, emotional distress,


then, whereas Cordy’s feet were getting numb from standing too long.

had trouble moving around. He asked, “Would you like

“No… Oh!”

barely finished when her

just as she was about to fall, John darted forward and caught her squarely in his arms.

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