Hearing this, Amy hurriedly moved away from Neal. She wiped her tears and stood aside. "What are you talking about? Is it my fault to care for my child as a parent?"
"I didn't say that," Freya said as she crossed her arms and tapped her fingers repeatedly. She said intelligently, "If you're not guilty, why do you feel the need to reply to me?"
Nobody was better at pissing others off than Freya was. Coupled with the fearless expression on her face, Amy almost choked on her own speechlessness.
Seeing that things were not going well, Marcello rushed forward and pulled his wife back so that the medical staff could finally get Neal into the ambulance.
The ambulance pulled away, and the atmosphere was still awkward. We didn't waste too much time at the door and quickly got in our respective cars and went to the hospital.
Neal fell asleep after the nurse applied some medicine on him. Aurelia was afraid that she would not be able to see him again after she left, so she refused to leave which meant that we had no choice but to stay in the ward with them.
The Hillers was likely putting up an act to pester the attending doctor to inquire about Neal's treatment plan in detail. They really made it seem like they sincerely cared about Neal.
Neal woke up when the sun descended into the mountains. Aurelia kept him company as she helped him eat some porridge. Finally, the color returned to his face.
"Madam..." He opened his mouth as he struggled to speak, "You can take Miss Aurelia back first. I'm alright here alone."
"I don't want to go back. I want to stay here with Neal!"
Before I could say anything, Aurelia had already voiced up what she wanted to do. With her cheeks puffed out, she turned her back around and started sulking.
I hadn't even done anything, and I had already become her "enemy".
At such a young age, I, as a mother, had already experienced betrayal by my own daughter. What should I do when she grew up?
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