My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 36

Celia and Mendes1 father was indifferent to his children. After the boy had broken his arm, their father had just stayed by the boy's side for two days before flying abroad.

Celia had asked the old man where Mendes1 mother was, but he just said he didn't know.

Celia could not hold back her tears any longer. Thinking about Mendes made her feel driven to a corner. It was not until Rachel comforted her that Celia gradually stopped crying.

While Celia calmed down, she began to tell Rachel about the phone call.

The phone call was from Celia's father, asking about Mendes.

Celia had asked him to come back to bring Mendes home or give him to his mother.

To her surprise, her father had bluntly denied her request. It had angered Celia to the point that she had threatened to hand over the boy to an orphanage.

But her father had said she could do whatever she wanted. He could care less about the boy.

At the state that she was in, Celia thought she wasn't qualified to take care of Mendes, but there was no way that she could just leave him alone or let the nanny take care of him.

To add insult to injury, Mendes was not ■3

obedient to her. Celia felt helpless.

After learning the truth, Rachel brushed aside the strands of Celia's hair that strayed on her face and said, "Don't worry. You know who Mendes' mother is, right?"

Celia shook her head. "I know who she is. I just don't know where she's from." Her voice was still a little shaky.

Rachel continued comforting her and said, "I'm having dinner with Dr. Zhou later. If Mendes is willing to go back with you, then you can take him back. Otherwise, I'll take him with us to have dinner What do you think?"

Celia was not patient enough to take care of her brother. She thought that it might be the reason Mendes did not want to go back with her.

Upon hearing Rachel's suggestion, Celia eventually nodded in agreement.

As soon as Celia came to her senses, they went out and saw Lucas coaxing the boy by holding him in his arms.

Rachel and Celia tried to convince Mendes, but he didn't want to go back to the ward with Celia. Celia was left with no other choice but to let Rachel take the boy to dinner.

"Thank you, Dr. Shen," said Celia as she gave Rachel a warm smile.

"It's my pleasure, Celia." Rachel turned her attention to Mendes and stroked his head. "I like you very much, Mendes," she said.

Hearing that, Mendes could not stay angry. His ■3

puffy cheeks blushed when he smiled at Rachel.

Mendes was a precocious child. He was smarter than he appeared to be. Under the guise of a naughty little boy, he was already emotionally mature.

"Lucas, you wouldn't mind if we took Mendes with us to dinner, would you?"

Rachel tried her best to be as convincingly sweet as possible.

"Of course not." Lucas stood up while he was still holding Mendes in his arms. He felt the weight of the boy, but he didn't mind. He looked at Mendes and smiled. "It's time to lose some weight, little buddy!"

Mendes rested his head on Lucas' shoulder, smirking like a little fox while he waved his hand at his sister as if to mock her.

Celia stomped her feet. 'That little bastard!' she muttered under her breath.

Lucas returned to his office to freshen up. Then he took the two to dinner.

Lucas noticed that Rachel's car had no children's seat. He offered to drive so that Rachel and Mendes could sit comfortably in the back seat.

On the way, Mendes looked like he was in a better mood. He decided to take off his shoes so he could put up his feet on the seat. He looked out the window and saw the other cars passing by.

Fortunately, Mendes was not as noisy as he was back at the hospital. He was quietly watching everything through the car window. His curiosity ■3

was more powerful than his playfulness.

When they arrived, Lucas parked the car and carried Mendes towards the restaurant. Rachel followed behind him. When they entered, they resembled a happy little family. Then a waiter guided them to their table.

Lucas asked Rachel to order ahead of him. He then ordered a kiddie meal for the boy.

Mendes was a good boy. He was careful not to spread the rice on the table with a spoon. Sometimes when grains of rice fell on the floor, he would pick them up and put them on a tissue.

Rachel could tell that Mendes was a well-educated child, except for the fact that he enjoyed making Celia mad.

While they ate, Lucas told Rachel about all the things he found interesting in his stay in America. From the Statue of Liberty down to the silliest little details. They were both laughing while Mendes concentrated on eating, but every now and then, he would look at them.

When Rachel noticed that Mendes1 lips were covered in sauce, she wiped it away with a tissue. Seeing that Lucas was also looking at him, Mendes got a piece of chicken from his plate with a spoon and offered it to him.

Despite not being related by blood, they were the splitting image of a happy family. Anyone that saw them would not be able to hold back their lips from smiling.

"Isn't that Mrs. Fu?" said a curious voice.

People around the man turned to look at the ■3