A Life Debt Repaid

At the same time, Cordy’s heart skipped a beat. She felt as if she was tugged somewhere in her body, but she could not quite describe it.

The boy then ran up to her bed and climbed up to it on his little feet without a pause, snuggling up to her and hugging her with his soft, little body. “Were you bullied, Mommy?”

He then released her and carefully wiped her tears with his stubby hands.

Cordy realized then that her tears were leaking from sheer frustration, and her heart almost melted from the boy’s comfort.

Even so, she was still positive that she did not know him.

Smiling and tousling the boy’s smooth curly hair, she spoke with unexpected mildness. “You have the wrong person, kid.”

“No, you’re my mommy. Daddy and I will protect you from now on.” The boy spoke with confidence and excitement. “Daddy has a bad temper, always pulls a long face, doesn’t like to talk, comes home late, gets stomach aches because he doesn’t eat on time, and smokes… but he’s rich and handsome. Please don’t leave us ever again, Mommy.”

Cordy was left speechless and smiling helplessly. “You’re adorable—but I’m not your mommy.”

“Dicky.”

A cold yet alluring voice spoke from the door just then.

The boy flinched and turned his little head in that direction, with Cordy following suit.

A man stood at the doorway, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and he carried the air of indescribable abstinence.

His facial features seemed sculpted to perfection and his visage projected wit and composure. He stood towering and upright with a noble but nonchalant air.

None of the rich and important men she met held a candle to those bewitching looks!

“Daddy!” Timmy greeted him primly and properly.

Even as Cordy turned toward Timmy again, she realized the reason why the boy was so good looking.

the man said sternly, “Back

but nodded tamely despite his reluctance—he must

and said, “I have to go, Mommy. But I’m just next door, so could you

she saw his yearning look, and

also explain to him properly that she was not his

is Richard Levine, but everyone calls me Dicky.

little Richard reluctantly walked over to the man, who must be over six feet tall from

height difference made Richard appear cuter, even perfect,

way. However, despite that stiff and

talking much, and she actually felt comfortable with the man’s distant reaction toward a

out of bed then.

foot was plastered, she stubbornly leaned on her crutches to reach the floor. It seemed to have grown into a habit,

was like this, allowing her to persevere despite the prospect

considerable effort to leave the washroom, Cordy stepped out and found

and the man watched as her face turned

that scary?” he asked with his

just didn’t

that he was aloof—his

eyes, the man pursed his lips ever so slightly. “The name’s John Levine. The venue where you held your wedding happened to

cut to the chase—as the owner of the venue,

were caught in the fire and suffered a fracture in my premises,” John continued then, his tone as businesslike as it was solemn. “I hence offer to cover for all your expenditure while you’re staying here in this hospital, and that includes the fees for treatment, hospitality, rehabilitation, and the like. You may also seek damages for labor injury, emotional distress,

my medical fees would

just then, whereas Cordy’s feet were getting

had trouble moving around. He asked,

“No… Oh!”

when her

darted forward and caught her squarely in