Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1123

Xanthus frowned. "That's impossible. You look like a carbon copy of mom unless you have had cosmetic surgery."

Raeleigh wrote helplessly, "I'm sorry, but I can't afford cosmetic surgery."

For Raeleigh, she did not even have the money to fill up her stomach her entire life, let alone plastic surgery.

Xanthus nodded and wrote, "Then, it must be you. It must be."

In the face of Xanthus's determination, Raeleigh could not refute him. She hoped that Xanthus was right too, whether or not he had a hidden purpose or if it meant that he was a bad guy.

Not for herself, but for her child, and also for Jepherson, she hoped so too.

However, there was no evidence at hand, so it was useless to say anything.

"I can only believe it if you have proof." Raeleigh jotted the last few words. Xanthus read it and wrote, "Give me some time. I will find them."

Raeleigh nodded and forced a smile.

She stood up from the chair. She then walked to Scarlette's side and sat down. Looking at her, Raeleigh could not help but to feel a little melancholic.

She did not know what sort of sin she had done in her past life. She grew up rough, and just when things turned around a little and she was able to give Novalie a good life, such a thing happened. It was really unreasonable and messy.

Xanthus tore off the exchange he and Raeleigh had just written, folded the paper, and placed it in his pocket.

Raeleigh looked at him, being the first to initiate a conversation for once. "Since your parents are archaeologists and collectors, how did you end up as a doctor?"

Xanthus tidied up the papers. Then, hearing her question, he turned around and sat down. He also wanted Raeleigh to talk to him at a closer distance, so he was very soft and gentle.

He explained, "My mother's health worsened because of what happened to my sister. I watched her cry in the garden ever since I was a child. Sometimes she also drank, even though she had a low alcohol tolerance. A glass of red wine can get her drunk the entire day. Have you seen the sort who looks utterly miserable after drinking? You don't know how painful that is. My mother is the kind who can't control herself after drinking wine.

She was suffering so much that she couldn't control herself and locked herself in the room, crying until her heart was broken. That summer, Mom suddenly collapsed, surrounded by shattered and smashed antique decorations. Something fell on top of her, and she couldn't get up."

"What was terrible was that Mom is a woman who would not shout. She lay crushed on the floor while staring foolishly at the ceiling, with her body bleeding. When my father and I found her, she had lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. My father was so frightened that he carried her to the car and rushed to the hospital, and I followed. After we arrived, she was sent to the emergency room. At first, her breathing stopped, and Dad almost went crazy. He told the doctor in the corridor that he must save her. As long as she could live, my father was willing to do anything."

"At that time, I remember standing at the end of the corridor, staring at my father crying and begging the doctors on his knees."

"I only had one thought. I wanted to be a doctor. Then, when my family gets sick in the future, I can know what's going on. I can save them."

Xanthus laughed. "Isn't that silly?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "It's not. But I can't understand why... if your Mom can't drink and will be in more pain if she drinks, didn't you stop her? If it went on, then her body wouldn't have been able to stand it even if nothing happened."

"Drinking and smoking are ways of coping with depression," Xanthus answered. Raeleigh was stunned by his words. "Depression?"