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My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 378

Not long ago, Mama Kyle received news that Karen Daly, who had been "dead" for several years, had suddenly returned.

When she heard this news, Mama Kyle wouldn't believe it was true. She once thought that her son could not give up on Karen Daly and that he merely found a substitute who looked similar to Karen.

But now, when Mama Kyle saw Karen in the flesh, she was very sure that this person was indeed her daughter-in-law who had "died" a few years ago.

A person's appearance and the name could be forged, but the person's temperament and character from the inside was hard to fake.

Warren Silas had been an outstanding actor, he was great at pretending to be the old master, but there were still some minor differences that did not deceive her.

Back then, both she and Kevin Kyle’s father had noticed that the old master was different. But because Warren Silas had the same face, they all thought that perhaps he was getting older and hence changed his character slightly. No one thought that he had been replaced, and they had been deceived for so many years.

Mama Kyle patted Karen Daly’s hand kindly as she said, "Karen, are you interested in more about Matthew’s childhood?"

Karen nodded vigorously. "I really want to know how he was like when he was a child, but he won't tell me."

She was interested in Kevin Kyle’s childhood. She wanted to know if he was always so cold ever since he was young.

She had asked Kevin about his childhood several times in private, but he kept silent and never brought up a single word to her.

Mama Kyle gripped on to Karen's hand as she looked at Kevin Kyle lying on the sickbed. She said slowly, "When Matthew was very young, he was actually a misbehaving child. He was naughtier than other children. He was always up to no good!"

"Does Kevin know about this?" Karen also turned to look at Kevin Kyle. She really couldn't imagine how a serious man like him would look like when he was naughty.

Mama Kyle nodded, smiling sweetly as she reminisced, "He fought and quarreled with other children. Every time, he would beat up the children of other families so hard!”

It seemed like something Kevin Kyle would do. He had to do his best no matter what it was. He was good at work, good at life and he would never lose a fight.

As she spoke, the smile on Mama Kyle's face disappeared. She then said with a tinge of sadness, "But Matthew’s childhood was cut shorter than the other children's. He was more mature than they were. He knew that I had poor health and that his father had to spend more time taking care of me, so he took on the responsibility that he should not have, at his age."

Mama Kyle continued, "When he was young, he not only went to school every day but also learned his family's trade after school. When other children were still in the arms of their mother, he learned how to take care of his mother and sister."

Karen Daly silently listened to Mama Kyle reminiscing about Kevin Kyle as a child. She looked at Kevin lying silently on the hospital bed, and her heart was beating painfully.

It was because of his mother's poor health that he did not enjoy childhood like any other child. He was forced to grow up quickly and shoulder the responsibilities that surpassed his age.

He learned how to take care of his mother and sister at such a young age. When Karen married him, he would never refuse her requests. He also assumed the responsibilities of a husband willingly.

He regarded Karen Daly as his "child" too and loved her with the utmost affection.

Later, Mama Kyle was still speaking, but Karen couldn't hear her words anymore... The only sound she could hear was the ticking sound from the clock on the wall.

The golden 24 hours for Kevin to awaken was slowly slipping away. The ticking of the clock turned into the jeering of the devil, threatening to take away his life...

The devil cast covetous eyes on him, laughed wildly. "His life is mine. If I take him away, none of you can stop me."

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