She was selfish the year she insisted on giving birth to Lawrie despite being aware of the health complications that he might suffer from.
"Lawrie..." Vanessa gently held Lawrie's little hand in her palm. "Tell Mommy if you feel any pain anywhere"
"Mommy..." Lawrie feebly uttered. He wanted to say more, but he was too frail to do so.
"Lawrie, don't say anything if you're tired. I'll talk to you," Vanessa bowed her head, leaned in and kissed Lawrie's forehead. "I'll stay with you and we'll get you cured no matter what. You'll live a healthy and happy life like other children."
"Mommy, I'm not afraid." As long as his Mommy was by his side, he would not be afraid. He believed that he would live.
"Yes, my baby's the bravest. But Lawrie, when I'm around, you don't have to keep being so strong. You can relax. You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable." The more mature Lawrie acted, the more uncomfortable Vanessa felt.
She wished that Lawrie, who was still so young, could cry out in pain as other children would. Perhaps he had learned to be strong as a child, having grown up in a different environment and had suffered aplenty because of this disease that had haunted him since childhood.
"If I don't do well, will you leave me?" His mother had not been around him much this year. Whenever he wanted to call her, Winnie would tell him that she was busy and could not answer his call. This had greatly affected the young Lawrie.
"Lawrie, I've told you many times that no matter what happens, you're still my baby and I'll never abandon you." Vanessa knew that the damage had been done. Regardless of how much she tried to reassure Lawrie, the damage he suffered was rather irreversible. The only thing she could do for him now is to stay by his side and never make him feel that she would leave him.
"I'm sleepy. Mommy, stay with me," Lawrie pleaded as he looked at Vanessa with fervent eyes. He wished so hard that he would see her as soon as he woke up and opened his eyes, unlike the many times before when she had not been by his side when he arose.
"Go to sleep, Lawrie. I'll be here to keep you company. I'll cook something delicious for you when you wake up." Vanessa knew that Lawrie was sleepy, but he was afraid that she would leave after he had fallen asleep, so he had been trying his best to stay awake. To help Lawrie feel more at ease, Vanessa laid beside him, humming a lullaby to coax him to sleep.
Lawrie was an extremely insecure child. If Vanessa slightly moved while he slept, he would be jolted awake. Hence, Vanessa quietly laid beside him and did not dare move. After a long time, Lawrie finally fell into deep slumber. Vanessa got out of bed as gently as she could.
It was going to cost a hefty sum of money to treat Lawrie's disease. If she solely depended on her day job, she would not be able to save enough money even if she worked to the bone for the rest of her life. She had to find another way to get her hands on the money, and the quickest way to do that was to find Julien.
However, Vanessa could not share the whole truth with Julien. No man in this world would want to fund their ex-partner and the child she had with someone else. Furthermore, Julien was old-fashioned. If he found out that she had another man's child, he might ask her to return all the money he had ever given her!
Since she could not tell the truth, she had no choice but to lie.
Although she was not willing to deceive Julien, she had to do it. For her son's sake!
"I'm so sorry, Julien!" Vanessa took one deep breath, calmed herself down and searched up Julien's contact on her phone. As she was about to dial his number, she halted in hesitation once more.
To call or not to call?
If she called, she might forever be perceived as a gold digger by Julien. A gold digger who was not only willing to monetize off her body, but also her marriage.
If she didn't call, Lawrie might die.
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